#it makes me so thankful they are only destroying their own lives now although they still wish for lockdowns vax passports and masking

[zutalorsihavemissedone]

I like following blogs diametrically opposed to one another so I can see both takes. Intermixed with nonsense and beloved mutuals.

its good to have dashboard biodiversity by following people who have opinions you disagree with but otherwise enjoy as a friend or at least a presence

[alextydaisuda123]

Pizza Tower AU- Cloud Tower

"WARNING!": A LOT OF TEXT

A new AU that didn't take long to wait. To be honest, this idea came up spontaneously and additionally for several reasons, one of which is my childhood dream of having wings (and over the years my dream hasn't faded, which is surprising, usually my dreams fade after 5 years or a little more). Before I start talking about this world, a couple of additional words. A huge thank you to Emily (@creat0rstudi0) for helping me with this AU: she helped with the design of Peppino and Gustavo, from whom I pushed off and created images for others, painting everyone choosing a good palette for them (don't worry, I also painted the characters myself, Emily just gave a clearer palette than me, so I will show you 2 versions of painted characters), and also helped a little with information about the bosses. Well, now let's go.

Cloud Tower is an AU where instead of the earth there are small floating islands, platforms, and the space around is an endless sky, which is both a home and a grave. If you break your wings and fall, there is only a small chance that your body will fall on some island or platform, or if someone notices you falling, and if this is not the case, then consider that you will fall endlessly for the rest of your life (or until your corpse is cut by the air). And also (almost) everyone has wings. There are those who were born without them, or with them, but because of their problems (they grew together incorrectly or broke unsuccessfully) are disabled, roughly speaking. Also, someone may have additional plumage (in their hair, on their body, etc.) in addition to their wings. And yes, since the climate in their world is not so simple, many fly in warm clothes. There is also magic here, but it is hidden either in artifacts or in some creatures, since the world itself is also magical in its own way (after all, the food here is alive, lol). A few words about the tower. There is a certain atmosphere there similar to the Rainbow Factory from MLP Creepypasta.

Peppino and Gustavo are both cooks, but in their own separate directions. Peppino is an Italian cook, while Gustavo works as a baker of bakery sweets. One day, Pizzaface arrives on a flying platform and reports that Peppino's pizzeria will be destroyed by a cloud tower, but if he does not want this, then let him fly to the tower, and flew away, leaving behind an evil laugh. What actually did not like this, and they both decided to fly there and destroy the tower with its "owner".

Additional facts: Peppino, despite the fact that he does not particularly like to fly, although he has to, his flight speed is clearly faster than Gustavo's, while he flies slower; Gustavo has his own separate bakery, where he makes pastries, he would like to work with Peppino, but he cannot leave the place where his family once baked their first bread; Peppino participated in the heavenly war, from which he still has an injury, but thanks to work and his faithful friend Gustavo, he tries to live an ordinary life and not think about it.

Pepperman and Vigilante are two of the main bosses of the cloud tower who clearly didn't get there of their own free will. They were kidnapped a long time ago and forced to work for Pizzahead, having been threatened in a special way. Pepperman is a restorer (like in steampunk, yes) and a decorator. Vigilante is an ordinary security guard, and also watches the precipitation.

Additional facts: Pepperman has really white pupils, which is why his eyesight is worse than usual (he is not completely blind), and the reason for his poor eyesight is that he refuses to wear glasses for flying (but be that as it may, for work he still wears them under his beret along with additional tools); before getting into the tower, these two were ALREADY a couple; Vigilante's grandfather, who has long been retired, is still alive; as PH himself "promised", so that the bosses would be freed from their tower duties, they need to "rip off Peppino's wings" at any cost, even if they weren't aimed at fighting him.

Noise and Noisette are another couple who ended up in the tower in the same way as Pepperman and Vigilante. Noise hosts the news and weather forecast, and a small show similar to "Truth or Dare". Meanwhile, Noisette is still the same cafe owner.

Additional facts: Noise has a broken right wing, it was broken by Pizzahead when he tried to fly out of the tower for the first time, he broke it so much that now Noise can't fly at all, the wing has grown together crookedly and he is unable to straighten it and move it, so he flies with the help of a backpack on his back, which he can change to either a jet or a simple propeller; Noisette sometimes helps Noise with flying and how Noise injured his wing, she does not know to this day; I lied to you a little, Pizzahead kidnapped only Noise, and Noisette herself flew to PH when she was looking for him, and when she found him, so that PH would not harm her, he lies to her and offers to join Pizzahead, as he himself wanted.

Bruno is an unsuccessful clone, mixed with a regular bird and Peppino's DNA, created by PH. He can fly, but very ineptly because his arms replace his wings, which is why he falls and crashes into all sorts of possible objects, which is why he flaps his wings hard and pieces fly off from them, he can of course grow them, but this whole process takes a lot of his strength.

Additional facts: in addition to his speech, he makes a distorted bird sound; despite his inability to fly, the bosses (Pepperman, Vigilante and Noisette) still teach him to fly normally, they also additionally look after Bruno himself, feed him and teach him to speak, since PH himself does not do this; because of such care, Bruno accepts his friends more as parents, calling them accordingly (in the future, he will also call Peppino this way 😂)

Pizzahead is the main boss, a sadist and a psycho. He built a tower, around which a barrier in the form of clouds with a powerful lightning discharge is built, and in order to turn it off, you need to turn off the generators.

Additional facts: Pizzahead and Pizzaface in this AU are brothers, Pizzahead is younger; after one incident, his psyche was shaken, he was inspired to recreate the tower for his whims and "fun"; he cut off Pizzaface's wings and as a great and first trophy keeps them in his office along with John's wings and one wing of Jerome; those wings that Pizzahead himself is wearing are also "trophies", cut off from other creatures, but he tells everyone that they are fake and it's just a cape, he also participated in the war, but in secret from his brother, so that he "wouldn't worry" about him.

Pizzaface is Pizzahead's brother and ... a good guy? Yes! In this AU, he is not a bad character, but rather a good one. So in that encounter with Peppino, he just played the role of a bad guy. He is quiet (but he tries to be sociable) and traumatized. He does not often show himself to the other inhabitants of the tower, which is why few people know about him. Most of the time, he spends either in the secret room where Pizzahead keeps him, or with Jerome, helping him clean the tower.

Additional facts: because of the cut off wings, he feels weak and exhausted; he still does not know why Pizzahead acted so cruelly and what happened to his psyche, but he blames himself for this, that he was not caring enough and simply did not keep an eye on him; Pizzahead watches almost his every move so that he does not do stupid things and does not ruin his plans, and for the sake of PH he has to play the same role of a bad guy.

Jerome is a small pillar with one wing and memory loss due to a strong blow from Pizzahead. He is a simple cleaner. He does not remember anything about his brother or his past, although memories still pop up in his head. In the past, he had magic, but due to the loss of a wing and memory, he does not remember and cannot use it normally, over time, the skills were simply lost.

Additional facts: he is Pizzaface's best friend, and he sometimes helps him remember things, but he cannot (PF hopes that he will remember something); he has seen John many times as an ordinary part of the tower, but he cannot remember him or at least his name; initially, he was not supposed to be in the tower and Pizzahead wanted to throw him on a long flight, but Pizzaface somehow convinced him to leave him and just make him an ordinary cleaner.

Well, I hope you like this AU. Enjoy and have a nice flight!

[stinkysam]

Roronoa Zoro - Different.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “It could be with trust. Like it could start of angsty, but finishes with some fluff. For the character it could be with either Luffy or Zoro. I can't decide haha.” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

To you, there was only one kind of pirate. The bad kind. The kind that ruins people's lives by pillaging and destroying towns. Pirates are destructive and marines are barely better. Assholes who use their authority to do anything they want without any repercussions.

So for you, the only way was being a pirate hunter. To do the job marines (barely) did without being affiliated to them.

Along the way you met another pirate hunter, Roronoa Zoro. Although he mainly did it for the money, you both had the same point of view and quickly became friends. Even working together on a few occasions.

Until you heard he had joined a pirate to become one himself. Betrayed, you went after him for explanations.

You found him in the restaurant Baratie, with what seemed like the rest of his crew. He quickly spotted you, after all, you weren't hiding and nodded hi to you.

You didn't reply, continuing staring and rapidly he knew what this was about. He sighed and said something to his table before standing up and going to yours.

“I don't sit with pirates.” You say, looking at him as he was about to take the chair. He still sat down, after a second of not moving and began to talk.

“I know what you think. But-”

“They're different ?” You raised an eyebrow, already expecting the boring excuses.

He said nothing for a moment.

“Listen, I don't owe you any explanation. Believe what you want but Luffy is not like the pirates you know.”

“I don't believe you.”

“Then don't.” He said and stood up, leaving to go back to his table.

You didn't try to talk to him more, only seeing him again when he fought one of the seven warlords, Dracule Mihawk as you walked out of the restaurant. You stayed, watching his friends’ expressions. Two looked stressed, while one in red looked confident, the three of them too focused to notice you staring.

“Luffy, if I fail to become the world's greatest swordsman… You'll be disappointed. Right ?”

“You could never fail me.” The man in red said.

“Never… again. From now… until I beat him.” He draws his only remaining sword, raising it in the air. “To become the greatest swordsman… I will never lose again !” He declared, before letting his sword fall to the side, passing out and with that you left.

What you saw of them was too little to make you change your mind. So when you saw their ship leave after some time, you followed them, believing they were leaving to plunder some innocent town like every pirate does.

Until you saw with your own two eyes Luffy freeing Cocoyasi village and all of the Conomi Island from Arlong by defeating him.

You couldn't believe it.

The village had gathered to celebrate their freedom thanks to the small crew and you stood there amongst them, shocked.

You expected pirates like Arlong, they were the kind you knew since your early age. But pirates like Luffy ? It was your first time seeing or hearing about it.

Zoro came toward you, two plates in his hand. One for himself, one for you.

He handed you one, waiting for you to take it.

“...Thanks.” You said, unsure of what else to say as you grabbed the plate.

“Didn't think you'd follow me there.”

“You said they were different.”

“I did.”

“I didn't know it was possible. How did you know ?”

He shrugged, smiling.

“Luffy convinced me.”

“Why didn't you tell me you did that kind of thing ?”

“Would you have believed me if I told you we freed the people of Orange town ?”

“You what ?” You said in disbelief and Zoro chuckled at your reaction.

“An evil clown took the town hostage for his circus. Bunch of weirdos.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, you couldn't believe your ears.

“No. I wouldn't have believed you. Is this true ?”

“Yeah, they captured us because we have the Grand Line map.”

“Damn.” You said quietly, smiling as well. “I'm sorry. I know you're not stupid, I should've trusted your judgment.”

“No, I understand. I would've done the same in your place.”

“No, you would've tried to take my head.”

He laughed at that, nodding.

“Maybe so.” He smirked, glad you two were alright again.

[desperate-daydream]

can I request Seth Clearwater x male reader

where male reader is Bella younger brother Seth age but he phases and becomes a shifter and nobody knows how or why Seth and male reader imprint on each other and just being cute and wholesome with each other but Jacob is giving male reader a hard time saying thing like Bella should have been to phase and if did she imprint on me and ECT but Seth put stop to that put Jacob in his place after he make male reader cry

🍎 Twilight

❀ Seth Clearwater x male (shifter) reader ⚣︎

A/N: thanks for the request and sorry for the long wait, I had a terrible writers block until today and then I just wrote the whole thing in one go XD, and I know ugh, self promo but I have a twilight story on Ao3 with the main being Bella’s twin and Jake imprinting on him (maybe some of you will like that too even if it’s not that similar to this story) (that’s also why it felt so weird to write Jake so mean XD I basically just finished a chapter from that story before writing this one, but I hope you like it)

tags/warnings: set in eclipse (aka the movie where Jake is kinda toxic), Jake is mean and has some issues, reader is Bella’s younger brother, also I wanted Bella to be a good sister, reader is a shifter and imprints on Seth

here‘s the link to the story on my Ao3:

so that’s what imprinting feels like

“What happened?!”, Bella came jumping out of her car. Jacob had called her as soon as possible when Paul and Embry had found you in the middle of the forest. You had been scared - not just because there had been two giant wolves in front of you but also because you had just shifted into one too. They had managed to calm you down enough until Sam arrived. He had brought spare clothes from one of their “emergency supplies” that you put on after shifting back. Then they guided you to Jacob’s place. They had thought it would be the best idea since you had technically also grown up together with Bella although now you didn’t really have anything to do with each other anymore. And he was able to call Bella who had rushed over as fast as possible when she had processed what Jake told her. While waiting the other four wolves had already told you the essentialities of being a shifter and basically destroyed your whole world-perception. 

As nice and caring as he had always been, Billy stayed by your side. You had gained a better relationship to Jacob’s dad than to Jacob himself. Especially since you still spent a little bit more time with your dad and therefore also Billy - even if it was just watching a game in your living room. 

Bella came straight to you, only sparring Jake a sideways glance as she was too focused on you. 

“Hey”, her voice was quiet and soft, “oh god, you’re shivering.” She placed her arms around you and pulled you closer. You hadn’t even noticed it until she said it. 

“Just a bit much right now.”

“I know. Let’s go home so you can rest a little, mh?” You nodded. 

“Wait, we still have so much to do now”, Jake said persistently, “You have to tell Charlie too. And what if he shifts again and hurts you?”

Bella now turned completely to him. “You can still do all of this tomorrow. He needs to sleep right now.” 

Jake wanted to start again: “But what if-”

“Jake, let it be for now.” 

That’s all she said before getting up with you and walking to her truck together. 

“How did this happen?”, she asked on the drive home.

“I don’t know.” You put up your legs and put your arms around them even though you felt way too warm. 

“I wasn’t feeling good and wanted to take a walk because it usually helps but then.. I don’t know.”

You big sister sighed and looked at you shortly before focusing back on the road. “Let’s worry about it tomorrow. It’s getting late and you seem tired.”

You only nodded while your eyelids already dropped. 

When you arrived you walked straight to your room and the moment your head touched your pillow you were gone. 

— 

“We’ll do it step for step”, you stood next to Sam who would teach you today how to control your shifting so you would hopefully not hurt anybody around you or yourself - not to mention keeping the secret of the pack. 

What he didn’t tell you then was that they’ve had a discussion just yesterday after Bella had picked you up whether or not they should officially include you in the pack since you were a new and special case. In the end they came to the conclusion that you would need and deserve the help and guide the others could give you. He also didn’t tell you that Jacob seemed a bit too disapproving of this new situation and that he guessed it had something to do with the thoughts he had heard from him that were once again centered on none other than your own sister. 

“Okay”, you nodded; also to convince yourself that everything would be okay. 

“Also, you’re not the only young member, don’t worry. Seth Clearwater, he is your age and has also shifted. You will meet him later at the fire.” 

You had already agreed to come when he and Billy had invited you and Bella to come. Bella had added another dimension to this whole situation when she had told you about the Cullens and the vampire that was going after her. She had calmed you a bit when she reassured that she was as good as always protected by either the vampire family of her boyfriend or the wolves. 

For the rest of the day you tried to shift on command and Sam and his fiancée Emily gave you a few tips on how to control your anger. 

Then you went to the fire where you saw your sister again who immediately asked you how it worked. You still stood a bit away from the others as you told her about your training when you heard a voice. It was directed at Jake so didn’t turn around until the person came to a halt at Jacob’s side.

“Hey man, I saved you some burgers but if you don’t hurry Paul will-” 

The boy stopped in the middle of his sentence when you turned around and your eyes met. Your first thought was: “Holy shit, he’s cute”. Your second one was: “So that’s what imprinting feels like”. And your third was once again: “Holy shit.”

Butterflies started fluttering in your stomach and the heat rose to your cheeks as you looked at the boy in front of you with wide eyes who still hadn’t closed his mouth. 

To your luck Sam and Emily were still next to you and immediately understood what was happening. Sam suppressed a chuckle and introduced you to each other.

“(Y/N), this is Seth, the boy I told you about today. Seth, this is our newest pack-member, (Y/N).”  

You saw his mouth form your name before he stuttered out a “hi”. 

You willed your body to move again and said “hi” back just as stuttery. 

“Uh-uhm..”, Seth started and was once again saved by Emily. “Why don’t we go to the others already.” 

You nodded and then followed the other boy your age closely. What you didn’t notice was the pissed expression that had appeared on Jacob’s face. All of you was focused on Seth.

You sat next to each other and soon the gossip made it’s round so soon after Billy was finished with telling the first legend everyone knew what just happened. 

Leah, who Seth had introduced as his older sister, looked at you with narrowed eyes but didn’t do anything else. 

Throughout the evening your hands had brushed together a few times which had sparked the fluttering in your stomach everytime. And you had probably inched even closer together after some time too. 

It was a bit awkward at first but it didn’t change the fact that you felt comfortable sitting next to him while listening and laughing with the others. 

You were sad when saying goodbye but then Seth gave you his number and asked you to meet up tomorrow which you had agreed to almost too enthusiastically to not be embarrassed. It didn’t help that Bella giggled the entire ride home about her baby-brother having a crush. 

“Naw, you grow up so fast.”

“Ughhhhhh, please stop.”

Bella laughed while pulling into their driveway: “Never, that’s my job as your sister.”

“You’re horrible”, you said drily while she just continued giggling. 

But then she changed the mood quickly. “You decided to tell dad tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.. Billy and Sam are gonna be there too to answer questions. I’m still not the best at wolf-knowledge.”

“Mhm, it’ll be okay, don’t worry too much. If you want I can be there too.”

You nodded and earned yourself a short side-hug from Bella before you went to your rooms. 

—

You were close to emotional exhaustion after the conversation with your dad but it had a good outcome. Afterwards Edward picked up Bella and you went to meet up with Seth. Sam and Billy were so nice to take you with them to the Black’s home from where you would go to Seth. 

Billy went inside while you waved at him and went to go. 

But shortly before you arrived someone came to stand in your way. It was Jacob. And he didn’t seem to want to talk to you in a friendly way. 

You still tried to be nice; he was like Bella’s best friend so you really didn’t want to make him dislike you more than he apparently already did. 

“Why?!” 

You were perplexed when he almost spat it at you. You also didn’t have a chance to respond; he just continued talking.

“Why was it YOU?! Why did YOU shift?! It should’ve been Bella if anyone else were to shift at all! But no! It was YOU! If it had been Bella then she could imprint on me! But it was you! It doesn’t even make sense! Why would nature want YOU to be one of us?! You’re unable to do anything! You’re weak! And now you’re just supposed to protect others?! To protect Bella?! Hah!”

His accusations that in the end didn’t even really make sense but still hurt carried on. You didn’t actually hear anymore what he said. You were about to cry and just wanted to coil into yourself but at the same time you had to suppress the anger rising in you. Your whole body shook from the exhausting try to hold yourself together. A few tears escaped your eyes and Jacob was still not done, probably just repeating himself by now but that didn’t change the fact that he was more than angry. 

“Jacob! Stop!”, before you could register anything else a person appeared between you and the other. You felt relief wash over you immediately when you saw that it was Seth. 

“How dare you scream at him like that! Accusing him of being the source of your stupid self-centered problems! How dare you make him cry! Don’t you ever even come too close to him again!” 

Jake seemed to want to say something more but Seth turned to you, took your hand into his and gently pulled you with him. You only noticed that you were still shaking when Seth stopped after arriving at a clearing and pulled you into his arms. You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing and Seth pulled you closer while you clutched his shirt in your hands. 

After you calmed down you whispered a “thank you” against his neck where you had hid your face. 

“Of course”, he whispered back, “nobody is allowed to talk to or about you like that. Nobody." His arms tightened around you again and you felt his face hide in your neck this time. You smiled when you noticed him taking a deep whiff of your scent and then place a kiss there.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi, I'm sorry if you talked about this before. I'm confused about the books consensus wrt making child vampires. Claudia is treated as an abnomination by other vampires and Lestat admits that he deserved to be killed for making a 5-year-old vampire because she never could be happy. And then Marius advices Lestat against it and regrets that he made Armand too young. But later he turns a 12-year-old and not only he's very well-adjusted as a vampire and seems to be happy but also everyone at the court just accept him and doesn't serm to have any problem with him. For me it's a proof that a child vampire can be survive. So what's the truth? Why is 12-year-old ok but not 5-year-old? Does it depend on the situation and under certain circumstances child vampires are allowed? (I know of Marius' excuses that Benji was ill but for me it doesn't change anything?). Thank you.

Hey!!

Oh, you’re absolutely right, it’s hypocrisy and… spite.

There‘s a good post about it here, for example

Marius... turned Benji and Sybille because HE did not want to care about/for Armand at that point (and not really before either, but I digress). I disagree a bit with the interpretation that Louis and Armand (and Sybille and Benji) formed a family unit there (in fact, I highly doubt that interpretation), nonetheless the point of Marius turning Benji and Sybille ostensibly for Armand as to so he did not have to care for his very distraught and hurt fledgling... still stands.

It might also be good to remember that Claudia was destroyed by the (remaining) rules of a satanic cult - yes, Marius had advised Lestat not to turn someone younger than Armand (who was canonically 17), but... that is not the same as the hard-rule of "or else". And the rules that formed Armand and a lot of covens for centuries were lingering, even at the theater. The rules of the "Children of Satan/Darkness" are their own beast, in the books there's only five, the show expanded those:

The court... now the court comes into existence at a point when the vampires have been "thinned out", and those left are more or less just happy to be there - a kind of "live and let live" mind set (by most) if you will. As such Benji's and Sybille's acceptance there was never really weird to me. I mean, there's also Notker's choir... of boys, turned before they would reach puberty to keep their voices. Like.... Benjis probably didn't even raise an eyebrow for older vampires.

Claudia's misfortune was not her age - although that also did not help, obviously - no, the ultimate problem was that she needed someone to help her, and that she came to Paris.

And Paris... well.

There's a reason why Lestat in NOLA said: "Paris? No."

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Well here I am ehehehe >:]

Santino having a breakdown and he breaks stuff around him, whatever he grabs and well accidentally hurt himself. John tries to calm him down and help him AGHH JOHN GET YOUR MAN HE IS HAVING A BREAKDOWN

Just get everything sharp or that can break away from him when he's like that, see what happens 😭

Hello hello! I’ve been thinking about this scenario all the time, ever since your asks for “Salt in the Wound” and “A Slap from a Saint”!! I made it really sad, like those fics.

🖤💙 The Boy in the Picture Frame 💙🖤

TW: panic attack, crying, accidental self-harm, blood, past physical and emotional abuse by a parent, discussion of disownment

John had spent all afternoon texting, in between pacing around his living room. He was trying to keep his lover talking - giving in to his flirting and doing anything possible to make him laugh. Santino was upset by a mistake he'd made the day before during negotiations with a Ruska Roma representative. The man had tricked him into boasting about the ferocity of his forces, revealing critical information about how security operated for the Camorra in New York. It was a rookie mistake, made because he was running on high emotions and little sleep, and Santino was taking it hard. It could mean punishment from the Camorra.

So, when John looked down at the screen and saw, "I'm sorry I just can't keep talking right now. Something came up, but don't worry," he froze.

Was it too much to call? Santino probably just wanted to be alone, and if that was the case, he'd be annoyed. But...well, better annoyed than hurt if things were really bad.

The shaky voice on the other end did nothing to encourage him. "John, please. I have someone on the other line. I just...he's really angry with me."

"Who? ...Your father?"

"I can't - I...." He switched to the other call again and was gone.

Suddenly, John found himself in his car and found that the speed limit was a mere suggestion.

They didn't live so far apart - Santino had chosen an apartment close to his boyfriend on purpose, and even gave him a second key. But by the time he burst through the door, it was already too late to stop Santino from getting hurt. John made his way through a trashed living room, stepping around overturned chairs and over glass from a broken picture frame, and calling Santino's name without any response.

He noticed, with a bittersweet twinge in his heart, that their photo together from Santino's birthday at the beach was the one thing that seemed untouched. Santino had chosen instead to destroy a family portrait, including both his parents, a young Gianna, and his own chubby face at four years old. Looking more closely, John noticed a smear of blood across the edge of the frame. He had torn out the picture, heedless of the jagged glass, and ripped the image in half...straight through little Santino.

A muffled, wounded sound in the bathroom distracted John from the horrible sympathy that was threatening to crush his ribcage. "Santino?" He ran to the bathroom door. It was unlocked and there, finally, was his lover - although the sight of him couldn't be called a relief. He was sitting on the ground against the wall with alarming red droplets glistening all around him and a messy bandage trailing from his hand. The only reason he wasn't actively sobbing seemed to be the shock of John's sudden entrance.

"What - John?"

John dropped to his side, not knowing what to say. He felt huge in that room, as if he might crush Santino further. His hands hovered over Santino's shoulders, wondering whether it was okay to touch him, before Santino just collapsed against his chest and started crying even harder.

"Thank you," he managed after a few minutes. "Thank you for coming. And look at the thanks you get in return... I got blood all over your shirt." He laughed hollowly.

"It's okay." John took his half-bandaged hand and felt him wince. "Sorry." He started unraveling the gauze. It was a pretty deep cut in Santino's palm, probably from grabbing carelessly at the broken picture frame. At least it didn't look bad enough to need stitches, but Santino was incredibly tense at every touch.

"You don't have to do that. I can do it myself."

"I know. But I don't want you to have to do that anymore." They'd talked about this - how it brought back bad memories for Santino to treat his wounds alone, as he'd had to do in childhood.

"I'm sorry, John. I was so stupid."

"No." That was all, a simple rejection of the very idea that any of this was Santino's fault. John didn't trust himself to say more without getting angry - not even remotely at Santino, but at all the people who had failed him throughout his life. He kissed the finished bandage and then looked up at Santino's anguished, watery eyes. "Do you have another copy of that picture?"

Santino hesitated. "It's on a flash drive. I think Gianna has it. But I don't want it anymore. I think..." He took a deep breath, on the verge of saying something crucial. "I think I'm not a part of my family anymore."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well...my father asked me to come back to Italy. He said I'm failing out here in New York, and he wants me to come back immediately. And I'm not doing that. Fuck him." He laughed, and it wasn't so hollow this time.

John couldn't help grinning. "Good."

"Good? That's all?" Another laugh. John could feel him getting stronger in his arms. More at ease. "You really never say anything, even at a time like this. I'm still getting used to it."

John thought for a moment. "No, it's not all. I want to know why you ripped through the picture of your own face instead of theirs."

He tensed up again. A long time passed before he spoke, but John had promised never to judge him. Always to listen. So, finally, he extended some trust. "I fucked everything up. I was broken from the start. I was weak. That's why he..."

Again, "No."

A mocking reply, dripping with stubborn, defensive sarcasm, "Yes." John could hear the wavering undertone. Really? Do you promise? Say it again.

"No. You were hurt. It's not on you. They lost you and not the other way around."

The reassurance was too much for Santino and he crumpled against John's chest again. For a while, John held him, listening to his sobs and to the dripping sink. In his rush to try to patch himself up, he must not have shut it off properly. He must have been struggling. John wove his fingers deeper into his hair, trying to massage self-love straight into his brain.

"Do you think Gianna will still talk to you?"

He huffed and pulled back again, tired but finally calm. "...Maybe. In secret. Who cares?"

"Well, I still want you to get a copy of that picture if you can."

"Why?"

"I want to cut out the little Santino and frame him by himself, for my mantlepiece. He was the good part. You are the good part. Not the rest of them."

[astrid-sorensen]

Immaturity - Joel Miller x reader

AN - This one is about reader begging and Joel denying her hehe ;) feedback welcome!

Words - 2,443

Genre - Smut, Angst

Warnings - Age gap

MASTERLIST

Joel lowered his gun, stretching out a hand to haul you into his apartment. You stumbled forward, practically tripping over your own feet as Joel projected his head outside, checking to see that no one had followed you. He knew how diligent he had to be, especially since he knew you weren't. It was dusk, A very soft grey glow leaked through the windows, the old broken curtains failing to obstruct the privacy of his apartment. Although since the outbreak there had been an abundance of empty living spaces, so there was no one around to gape in anyway. He slammed the door behind him, walking to the table, he pulled the strap of his gun over his skull and stationed his weapon onto it. "Did you get that knife I wanted?" He asked, shifting to your direction.

You meandered in, the place identical to how it was the last time you were here. When the male had urged you to let him clean the gash on your forehead, from some idiot clipping you whilst tasked with the job of cleaning up the destroyed building rubble.

“Yeah, here you are." You removed your backpack, digging a hand in the canvas bag to pull out the blade you stashed at the bottom. You reached out to hand it to him, who put it next his gun. He then reached into his denim pockets, pulling out the ration cars he promised you in return for the knife. Joel said nothing after he handed you the payment, mixtures of blue, green and pink in the stack.

"Thanks." You smiled, there was an awkward pause as you thought about what to say next. "I should probably get-"

"Actually, there was one more thing I was going to ask you to help me with." He cut through the silence with his deep southern accent. Joel never failed to make you nervous, you weren't sure if it was his demeanour, his seriousness or the fact that everyone in the QZ was petrified of him. You were only just beginning to see what was under the surface of his stone cold exterior.

To be honest, the age gap was on his mind often. He constantly felt wrong for admiring a woman around the same age as his daughter would be, but he knew he'd never use it to his advantage.

"Really?" You asked intrigued and slightly excited to have another excuse to see the Texan. He traipsed towards you, a hand coming up to rest his thumb to the curve of your jaw. You breath hitched in your windpipe. He leaned in, his dark lashes descending as you did the same. He connected your lips strongly, almost tipping you over as you made small step after small step back til you were pinned against the brick wall.

Soon the desperation had over come him, his feverish kisses sloppy as he covered your jaw and throat with his needy lips. His coarse hands run up and down your sides with force, the friction causing your fitted black jersey t shirt to lift up. Crinkling till it was folded up under the fullness of your breasts. His calloused fingers pulled it off in one swift motion, the firm flesh bouncing back into its natural position.

His big hands grabbed at your waist in seconds, blanketing most of the skin. Your wrists fell on his broad shoulders, fingers laced in the curly black and grey hair on the back of his head. His unkempt hair trickled at your arms as you rubbed against him. The older man sucked lightly on your silky long neck before moving his hands to the waistband of your shorts.

He toyed with the fabric, the tips of his fingers dipping down to get to the skin. "Get these off now." He ordered, returning to the warmth of your neck. You obeyed him, fingers fumbling as you undid the button with struggle. He then stepped back, opting to undo a few more buttons of his denim shirt before slipping it off over his large toned body.

As long as you have known Joel, his form has stayed the same, always looking as if he worked in the trade. You could picture him in a hard hat and a reflective jacket, before the outbreak. His veiny hands then grasped at his belt with haste, eyes turning up to watch you rip of your shorts along with your leggings.

Without a second to spare, Joel was on you again, hoisting you up against the wall as he pressed himself between your legs. His lips were parted and this close you were able to see each individual dark hair and line in his skin.

You were above him now, arms clutched tightly to his shoulders and head, his face buried in between you chest, kissing and sucking on the skin. Joel paused, his chocolate brown eyes boring up at you, a soft and calm look on his face. His hair was going in all directions. "You sure you want this?" He asked in his deep rough voice, the sound echoing slightly through his apartment.

He had his head tilted slightly up, his cheeks ever so slightly pink under the soft glow of the apartment. You bit your lip softly, emotions flooding you. Mainly just pure arousal. You nodded eagerly but short and his head fell back onto the skin of your chest. His tip nudging at where you needed him most. This wasn't the first time you and Joel had had sex, it wasn't even the third but it was still early days for you to know exactly how he likes it. He's usually hard and quick, just enough time for both of you to get off.

You silently pray your not just a way to get him off so he can go back to his chores as little more relaxed. Your wetness coated his tip, just enough for him to begin stretching you slowly, moulding your body to fit his. The feeling sent your body into a frenzy, screaming at you to let him in deeper, trying to let him in all the way. He kept grinding, each time more of him eased into you.

His breaths grew heavy as he stuffed your pussy full. God he could never give this up. You whined in his ear, not yet comfortable to be screaming his name like so desperately needed to. Soon he was one with you, filling you up to your max, muscles stretching around his large girth. You wailed slightly as he got there.

"Ahh!" You cried, pain burning in your deepest areas. Eyes squeezing tightly shut for mercy, your neck stretching out so your head could hit the back of the wall.

"Shhh, You know you can take it." He growled quietly, his fingers denting into the meat of your hips. Although this was by far not the first time you had been intimate with Joel, it still didn't stop the fact each time with him you had more and more progress with how quickly you could fit all of him. Soon he was bottoming out, hips slamming into you with force, his hair slick with sweat and mouth wet with loose kisses.

"Please uhh Joel."  You moaned into the air, the ripped wallpaper slightly scratching against the skin of your back. You didn't mind though. Joel held you up with ease, his hands squeezing tightly on your thighs and ass. He continued to grunt, biting his lower lip. "Uhh please I want your cum."

"No. Shut the fuck up." He demanded, his fingers moving from your hips to cover your mouth, your wet lips flush to his hand. You moaned into his palm unable to hold on, the coil in your stomach curling up. The feeling was addictive, you never wanted it to end, feeling this close to him. Like you were the only thing that mattered in the whole world.

"Don't pull out."

"No. What the fuck did I just tell you!" He shouted this time. Your heart stopped for a moment, his eyes were burning into you with anger but that only made you thirst for him more. Each thrust sent you into oblivion, the base of his unshaven manhood brushing against your clit. You were beginning to tip over the edge.

"Please cum inside me joel." You leaked out, unable to hold back your profanity. He pumped twice more inside you, the elastic band in your stomach almost about to snap when you felt him slide out. He dropped you carefully and quickly back down, turning on his heel over to where his jeans were spread out on the floor.

A breeze flushed over your whole body, now unsheilded from Joel's large, tanned and hot frame. His leather belt clinked on the hardwood floor, still laced through the loops of his dark wash jeans.

"Joel?" The brown eyes man didn't respond as he continued to pull on his underwear. Shyly you began to walk over to him, he was bent over in two obtaining his shirt off the ground. You set a shy hand on his shoulder blade and he whipped up, turning to face you as he towered over you.

The look on his face was one you were familiar with, his fluffy brows knotted together and a deep frown on his lips as he chewed on his jaw. You took a little step back, suddenly intimidated by the cold, dark look in his orbs. "Why'd you stop?" You questioned.

Joel blinked down at you once before bringing his eyes up to the wall behind you and pacing off into his bedroom, but you were quick on his tail. "Joel please, tell me what's wrong! Did I do something?" You pleaded.

"Did you do something?" He roared, amazed, turning around to see you eye to eye. Tears were brimming in your corners. "You're so fucking immature, Can you just get the fuck out my apartment!" He shouted, standing facing his bed as he put the rest of his clothes there. Hot tears run down your full cheeks.

"No Joel, I'm sorry." You bawled hands covering your blubbering face. "Joel" you begged, defeated and distraught. The male ran a hand to his creased forehead and sighed, then let it fall back down to his side. Joel drifted into space, observing his unmade bed. Sprawled across it was a deep red blanket.

He thought it was so scratchy when he first acquired it, but soon grew to appreciate it when the cold Boston winters would roll in. He listened to your whimpers for a few seconds longer before you felt his tall presence in front of your again.

You felt the large heavy weight of his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pushing your head into the crook of his warm neck. His other hand grasped around your bare back as tears fell onto his hot flesh. Joel's eyes shut as he held you tightly in his arms, it was the only time he truly felt you were safe, and yet here he was causing you this pain. He dammed himself for it.

"Don't you cry." He said softly. You began to relax, melting into his arms. The scowl never left his face, but then again it rarely ever did. He rocked you back and forth for a short moment longer before pulling away.

His hand dragged your chin up to look at him. Asserting his dominance on you as always, you could never intimidate him. "Don't ever say that shit to me again." He lectured, firmly.

"W-What shit?"

"Wanting me to finish inside you," He started. "You don't know what the fuck your talking about." He shook his head annoyed. "It's not something to joke about. Got it?" You were confused and hurt but listened to the older man regardless.

"Okay." You replied softly. Joel stared down at you, making a small glance at your lips then back up. The Texans face finally softening as he placed a hand to your pink cheek, he rubbed at the skin softly. Almost affectionately.

"Get your clothes back on, I'll see you tomorrow." His hand dropped and you watched his large back as he disappeared into the bathroom. You walked back to the living room, still distressed but holding back more tears. You pulled on your black leggings followed by your shorts and lastly your tee, swinging your beige backpack onto one arm. You left his place, speeding down the maroon hallway as light shone through the bare and unoccupied apartments.

Meanwhile Joel had stripped off his boxers, stepping under the cold downpour of his shower, the water spurting out in short intervals, just enough for him to feel somewhat clean. His mind wondered off, dancing on the memories of just a few minutes earlier. Your silky soft hair, your warm skin, young full chest and that tight gripping pussy. Just the thought was enough alone to make him hard again.

He was annoyed with what he had to do, but he needed you to understand. Saying those things would never end well, and Joel knew he wouldn't of been able to deny you if you pleaded one last time. He knew you had no clue what you were talking about, what if he did get you knocked up? What would you even do with it? Raise it in this place? That would be beyond cruel. Plus the poor thing would probably die of starvation, or malnutrition, or even just a common cold by the age of 1.

He wished things could be different, he wished you were back in the old world, where he would be able to comply to you wants, your needs. He'd have started off slow, kissing down the whole of your body, savouring your taste. In no rush or fear that you'd vanish from beneath him.

He would bury himself into your warmth, pushing down with all his force as he came, coating the inside of your pussy with his creamy white ribbons of pleasure. Just as you'd begged him to.

Then he'd stay there, holding you as close as possible, unafraid that would leave his side, unafraid to love you fully. The way you deserved to be. But that would never be the case, not in the world you lived in now, not how things were.

Joel turned off the shower dial and stepped out, his toes hitting the grubby tiles below. He left the damp room, opting to lay on his bed he made out of an old mattress he found on the side of the road and some grey cinderblocks.

[kaunis-sielu]

Dangerous Places: 3

“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Winter says after another hour of questions. How old are you? How did you get out? How did you get mixed up in Hydra? What are you hiding from us? Who did you belong to? Over and over, like they were trying to catch you in a lie. You give them as little as you can, you know better than to give them ammunition to use against you. Honestly, you’re kind of surprised that they haven’t dragged Peter in here yet to use against you.

“We’re gonna bring her back. A peace offering.” He says and your heart plummets into your stomach.

“I’d rather you just kill me yourself.” You tell him seriously, you still haven’t told them who you’d belonged to, and if you can avoid it you’ll continue to keep that to yourself. Crossbones is second in command at Hydra now, at least from what you heard on the streets, you didn’t know what the two men would do with the information.

“No.” Captain says and Winter looks sharply over at him.

“What?”

“Since when are you the boss of the Howlies Buck? You don’t get to make those decisions.”

“Your judgement is clouded!”

“Maybe.” Captain agrees, “but we’re not just turning her over to them. I don’t want to ally with Hydra, I want to destroy them.”

“I know but,”

“No.” He growls and the ferocity in that single word is enough to make goosebumps rise on your arms. “We play this the way we have been, she changes nothing.”

“You’re going to just let her go?” Hope springs in your chest, please say yes, please say he’s just going to let you go.

“No, she’ll stay here until this is over.”

“Wait. What no.” You say finally interrupting their conversation about you. “I can’t just stay here.”

“Buck, go help Sam.” Captain says ignoring you until Winter swaggers out of the room, “Why not?” He asks.

“I have a job. A life. I can’t stay here.”

“Where do you work?”

“107. I’m a bartender, I can’t just not show up for work.”

“Not a problem.” Captain says sounding bored as you slip off of the counter and limp your way over to him.

“I cannot get fired.”

“You won’t.”

“You haven’t met my boss.” You argue and he pulls his phone from his pocket.

“Who? Thor?” He says still not looking at you.

“How do you know Thor?”

“I’m his boss.”

“You’re, what?”

“His boss, and yours apparently. Although he’s supposed to tell me when we have new hires so we’ll be having a conversation about that tomorrow. Consider yourself on paid leave.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I absolutely can. I own 107 and Nomad’s, as well as the building you were living in and a few other properties.”

“I can’t stay here all my stuff,”

“Is being picked up. Any other concerns that I can handle for you?” You scowl up at him but Captain only grins down at you. “Let me know what kind of food you want to eat and I’ll have someone pick it up.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re a liability. Hydra thinks I’m willing to cooperate but if they find out I’m hiding one of Rumlow’s girls in one of my buildings shit is gonna hit the fan. I won’t be able to convince them I didn’t know, I run too tight a ship for that. So I’m keeping you here, safe, protected and out of sight until I destroy them.”

“How did you know I was with him?”

“I know what his brand looks like. Last time I was too late, I won’t make that mistake again.” He gaze darkens and you very quickly decide not to ask. “So, this is your life until I destroy Hydra.”

“Um no thanks.” You tell him moving toward the door. You know he’s just humoring you as pain ripples through your foot with each step.

“What are you planning on doing Bunny? You’re hurt and I’ve caught you once.”

“I will not be controlled again.”

“Don’t think of it as control, think of it as protection.” You turn to scowl at him and stumble backwards with how close he’s standing to you. Captain catches your arm and gently rights you, “I know you don’t want this Bunny but if I could think of a better way to not have to bring you back I would.”

“Let me go.” You beg, it’s hard to look at him because you’re on the verge of tears but you force them back.

“I can’t.” He says, he looks like he actually feels bad that he can’t let you go. “I want this shit over as soon as possible but I have to be careful.”

“What does that have to do with me? I’m not his anymore, I never wanted to be his like that.”

“What do you mean?” You open your mouth but words don’t come, instead a sob passes your lips and he holds out a hand for you but he moves too quickly and you flinch away. He doesn’t move, just freezes where he’s standing and you attempt a half step back away from him but you bump into the couch. When you risk a glance up at him he looks furious, you drop your gaze immediately and pray that you haven’t offended him.

“You don’t leave.” He says tightly before stalking out of the room. The door slams shut behind him and a soft whimper passes your lips. You sink back onto the back of the couch and look down at your throbbing feet, blood has seeped through one of the bandages so you slide to the floor and crawl your way to where you know the first aid kit is. You’re not too concerned about the blood, feet bleed forever and you haven’t been overly gentle with your feet.

You sit on the floor and add more gauze to your feet, wrapping them tighter than Captain had so the bleeding will hopefully stop. You’ve got to clean the floor too, there’s a blood trail leading from the door to the couch. Captain is still unpredictable, you know he was furious when he left, the slamming of the door told you that, but you don’t know why. That makes you uneasy.

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Sanji, Warrior of the Sea

So, um, my husband very specifically asked for this fic so everybody pls thank Mr. Nehs; this is very silly; things don’t happen in here precisely as in the series canon, but what do I care?; essentially rated T but with a bunch of strong cussing (and that bathhouse scene) so be warned I guess; no shipping unless you put goggles on idc

Sanji, fresh out of Whole Cake Island, decides to make good of a shit situation and have Franky tinker with his raid suit. He just didn't take one thing into account: NERDS. [3696 words]

The weight of the canister was heavy in Sanji’s hand as he removed it from his inner jacket pocket. He and the rest of the crew were headed towards Wano, where the advance party was already in place. Leaning against the railing of the Sunny, he was tempted to chuck the thing as far as he could and forget about it, leaving the device to the briny depths of the ocean. It was only just barely slipped to him by Reiju, her ability for sleight of hand almost nostalgic.

“Use it better than we ever did,” she had whispered, and then had been gone. Now he was leagues upon leagues away, with little instruction on how or why.

He might have been his mother’s son, but as he held the device he thought of his father and what he would say. The geezer would cuss and kick him with the peg, most likely, but would also tell him to figure out a way to use it better than those sacks of skin that called themselves his family. Beat them at their own game and all that shit. He weighed his options: use it, shove it deep in his locker, or fucking yeet the piece of garbage as far as he could, use Moonwalk to catch it, and then throw it again for maximum coverage.

Then again, when he boiled it down, there was one more option that he needed to consider…

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“You want me to what?” Franosuke slurped up soba as he looked at the device in Sangoro’s hand. It didn’t look like much, but from what the cook was implying, it was honestly one of the highest-tech pieces of equipment either of them had ever touched, which was impressive given the present company.

“See what you can do about making this thing… better,” Sangoro said. “I got it from my sister—Father thought he knew best and made one for each of us.”

“…even though you hate him?”

“He was hoping that I’d… come around one day.” Franosuke scoffed at that. “You get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, yeah; I get you, brother,” Franosuke chuckled. He held out his hand and Sangoro handed over the device. “Usohachi and I are supposed to be hanging out tonight to work on some other projects, so I think we can fit this in.”

“Thanks; I owe you one,” Sangoro said. “Burgers might be a stretch, but I think I can manage some steak if you want.”

“Nah… I’ll take a rain check on that. Too busy this week.” Franosuke pocketed the device and went back to his soba. “This is good eatin’ though. Wouldn’t mind maybe an extra serving of this.”

Eh; he’d think about it.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Sanji kicked the dinosaur in the face, hard. Who the fuck was this guy, thinking he could just destroy people’s lives just because he was searching for him? He hated assholes like this, acting like nothing they ever did came with consequence, and he’d had enough. Taking the canister out of his kimono sleeve, he activated it, knowing that although he could take the asshole without it, he was going to need some seriously big guns to stop him before anyone else got hurt in the middle of the sleeping city.

Out of the canister came a costume, which wrapped around his body with precision accuracy. Sanji could feel that the fabrics were different from what his sperm donor had engineered and he was put more at-ease because of it. The raid suit finished forming and he felt damn good, like he was taking everything those bastards worked for and was pissing and ashing on it simultaneously. His opponent scoffed, however, or at least as much as a spinosaur could.

“Are you mocking me?!” he growled. “Real men don’t use a fight to play dress-up.”

“That’s selling it short,” Sanji smirked. He pressed his fingertips to the side of the helmet, activating the sensors. Varied readouts and stats flashed across the visor—bingo.

Using Moonwalk, Sanji bounced around in the air, confusing the shit-mannered mook until he was able to find an opening. Once he saw it, he acted swiftly, slamming a flaming foot into the back of the dinosaur’s neck. His opponent was knocked out cold without him damaging any other buildings.

“That’ll teach you,” he smirked. He watched as the spinosaur shrank down to a Human shape. Tch; asshole had no right to challenge him. It was then, however, that Sanji heard a surprised gasp. He turned around and saw… Traffy…?

“Holy shit,” Traffy marveled. “It’s Sora!” Sanji cringed at the sound of his mother’s name—what the fuck?!

“I’m no one!” he claimed. “Just… uh… just passing through!” Traffy replaced himself with a pebble and got directly within Sanji’s personal bubble, touching his cape and admiring his clothes.

“The attention to detail is absolutely exquisite,” he said. “Excellent craftsmanship; they spared no expense.”

“Get off me,” Sanji grumbled. Where the fuck was Traffy when the dino-jerk attacked? Way to have shit timing. He pulled the cloak out of Law’s hand and sneered. “Don’t touch the goods.”

“Uh… yes, sir,” Traffy mumbled. Sanji did not like the way his captain’s ally was looking at him, so he took one step back, found where the settings were, and… oh, thank fuck, Franky kept it. He turned on the cloaking device, essentially granting him invisibility, hoping it would allow for a quick getaway.

Trafalgar Law instead squealed like little kid…? Oh, he did not have enough smokes on-hand to unpack that.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Okay, granted, Sanji knew that sliding into the mixed baths was going to be trouble. He was likely to see way too much man peen for his liking, not to mention be in a position to get caught, but it was worth it to spy on wome—ahem—test the limits of his raid suit. Opportunities like this were becoming fewer and farther between as everyone prepared for the upcoming raid on Onigashima, and he needed to know exactly what the thing could do before throwing himself headlong into battle.

It was practical, okay? Field testing. Tactical information gathering.

Oh, there were a lot of women in the bathhouse that afternoon that made his heart race and the front of his pants feel tight. He swallowed hard as he watched them all from his perch in the rafters, above where others might see his invisible form displacing steam. The desire to palm himself was almost unbearable—this was definitely good… erm… data he was collecting.

Usopp was going to shit bricks when he told him what this thing could do.

Then, suddenly, he saw her come out of the changing room: Nami. All others seemed to fade into nothingness as he drank in the beauty of her in a towel. She was gorgeous, as always, with her silky skin and curvaceous body. A paragon amongst goddesses, she was, and it was enough for him to cave. He put his gloved hand on the front of his crotch and felt how hard his cock was underneath it all. Beloved Nami-swan, who graciously allowed the world to merely glimpse a tiny fraction of her beauty, was right here for all to see, and she was only in a towel.

Sanji stayed where he was for a moment while Nami was attempting to lay low, which was near-impossible thanks to all the looks she was getting. The local ladies loved her—fine by him—but… wait a second?! What were those men doing leering at her?! How dare they! He was certain that they couldn’t appreciate Nami like was right and proper! What did they know about a woman’s form? There was no way these men knew what he, a true connoisseur, did after all! He was so incensed by their unrefined palates that he nearly did not notice the new person walk in: Hawkins.

Shit; he was looking for people with the reverse crescent moon tattoo. A bathhouse was the perfect place to look for such a thing, wasn’t it? Oh no, what was he going to do?! He couldn’t give away his position, but Nami might be in danger. Well, she was strong and could take care of herself, but did she have her Climatact tucked away under the towel? What about the other women? He didn’t trust these losers to protect them, not to mention the fact that Nami shouldn’t have to protect herself unless there wasn’t a man like him around! Shit, shit shit… how was he going to explain this…? His infidelity to Nami’s beauty…?

Then it happened.

Like a shimmering light shining forth in the darkness!

A beacon of hope for all those who felt lost!

The pinnacle of the feminine form!

Nami-swan dropped her towel!

Maximum full-frontal!!

Sanji couldn’t take it any longer! Oh, the unfettered beauty! The pristine curves! The raw, natural majesty! He blacked for a moment, for the next thing he knew he was covered in blood down his front and everyone was staring at him.

Oh shit.

“Drake…” Hawkins said, his voice cracking high. He didn’t pull his eyes off Sanji despite the fact he was trying to gesture and grab at the same time with the arm closest to the door. “Drake, it’s him!”

“Did you find a suspect?” asked a voice from the foyer. X Drake… oh, the last thing he needed was another dinosaur idiot to deal with. Drake stepped into the bath area and glared at Hawkins, though once he saw Nami he froze in place, eyes wide and face red in blush. “That’s not a suspect, is it?”

“Not her, you idiot!” Hawkins hissed. “It’s Sora!” There was that name again! It was really beginning to grate on Sanji’s nerves, but he guessed he could handle it if it meant that Hawkins and Drake were distracted enough to let the people who were escaping… well… escape. Hawkins side-shuffled over to Drake and touched the other man’s face, turning it towards Sanji.

When Drake’s eyes finally followed his face, his jaw flopped open.

“It’s Sora, Warrior of the Sea!” Drake gasped. “That’s his vintage uniform from the Jutrich Island Saga!”

“Specifically his landing in Kester,” Hawkins agreed. By now, Sanji was on his feet and feeling incredibly awkward—what the fuck were they talking about? “He is more dashing in person, isn’t he?”

“That’s… not the word I’d use.”

“That is because you have no taste.”

“What in the hell are you two talking about?” Sanji scoffed. He activated the readouts on his visor again and they showed that the three of them were quickly becoming the only ones in the building—excellent.

“Surely you jest,” Hawkins said, trying to sound casual. “That uniform? The cape? Helmet? You are none other than Sora, Warrior of the Sea, taken straight from the comic pages.”

…comic pages?!

“Neither of you have known the touch of a woman, have you?” Sanji deadpanned.

“Like you’re one to talk!” Nami snapped. Sanji glanced over towards her and saw that a robe was now covering her as she scrambled to leave with, wait, Robin-chan was there too?! Oh, and they were there with Shinobu. He needed to make sure they got out safely, but with the way these two were… seas… ogling him, he wasn’t sure that they’d get out of there if he moved even an inch. “Keep them distracted! We’ll meet you later!”

“Nami-swan, I…!” Sanji reached out with his hand, but he was too late… she was gone. He let his hand clench into a fist and turned towards Hawkins and Drake, who both seemed too star-struck to care that potential captives were fleeing the scene. “You two made me lose my chance with Nami-swan!”

“I didn’t think he’d be based off a real person,” Drake marveled. He looked… deeply confused, but also like he wanted to screech happily like a little kid that just found a frog.

“You need to answer us something,” Hawkins said. He somehow narrowed his eyes further. “Something only the real Sora would know: how did you escape from Germa 66’s clutches in the Gezelligate Arc?”

Sanji was ready to murder something.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Law stood in the prison corridor, Drake not too far away, as he waited impaitently. He didn’t like doing it this way—neither did the dinosaur, it seemed—but at least it was doable. It could fit in his grand plan. Not very well, but it fit.

“Here you are,” Hawkins announced from around the corner. Law’s ears perked up and he watched as the aforementioned Supernova led Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo into view, all three of his crewmates half-in tears.

“We’re sorry, Captain!” Bepo sniffled. “We didn’t mean to get caught!”

“No worries,” he replied coolly. “I know something they don’t realize.

“What’s that?” Penguin wondered. Law simply smirked and opened a Room.

“The famed Warrior of the Sea is on our side.”

Before his crewmates had a chance to react, Law swapped them out with pebbles and dropped the Room. He held up his arms in surrender, unable to not laugh at the look of horror on Hawkins’s face.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t think I knew?” He felt Drake put seastone cuffs on him from behind, jostling him roughly. “Hey, watch the goods—I need those hands to perform surgery.”

“Like you have a medical degree,” Drake grumbled.

“…and for all I know, you’re probably still a cop,” Law scoffed. For that, Drake pushed him towards Hawkins, letting their prisoner stumble into the dirt floor. “Hit a nerve?”

“You know what? I don’t even care anymore.” Drake took a step back before turning to walk away. “Do whatever hoodoo nonsense you want to him. I’m washing my hands of it.”

“Hoodoo is a completely different discipline,” Hawkins droned, “but I’ll try.” He snapped his fingers and two Pleasures guards came by to lift Law from the floor and drag him off to a torture cell. “I’ll make him regret invoking the name of Sora.”

Law chuckled to himself as the mooks dragged him away. These two losers were in for it.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Okay, mooks taken out and transported to varied Flower Capitol alleyways, check. Hawkins—aka: Senior Mook—unconscious and bleeding out on the floor, check. His sword and hat back—check. Information he pried out of Senior Mook before allowing him to pass out. Check and noted. Law was feeling good as he got ready to leave the prison house. Just a few more moment of checking out the outlying areas with his Devil Fruit and he could accurately pinpoint a safe getaway. He stepped out into the corridor and began to walk out—he was a free man, after all.

“Trafalgar.” Oh, yeah, there was one more that he didn’t get rid of, though to be honest, it felt like an afterthought. He turned and saw Drake standing there, staring at him with an… well, the look eas cryptic, that was for certain.

“You’re not stopping me,” Law said casually. “I’m finding a place to go as we speak.”

“Then before you leave, I have a request,” Drake said. Law raised an eyebrow.

“What’s a not-cop want from a humble pirate like myself?”

“Do you think…” Drake blushed, not believing he was saying this. “I mean… could you get me an autograph from Sora?”

“We’re on different sides… you know that, right?”

“All my time I was in the Navy, he was their best-kept secret. To get an autograph from one of the best special ops agent? Whose solo work inspired all of us? It might get you a favor or two.”

“Hmm… I’ll think about it.”

In a flash, the man vanished and an upset tomcat appeared in his place.

Well, it was worth a shot.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“What the fuck did you do to this thing?!” Sanji hissed, shoving his raid suit in Franky’s face. The cyborg simply scoffed and kept on eating.

“I improved it—made it super—just like you asked, brother,” he replied. It was the night before they were to raid Onigashima and all he wanted was some relaxation time before putting his nose to the grindstone. The surrounding area was a mishmash collection of their crew and varied allies, whether reluctant or not, the vast majority not paying attention to them. “I don’t know why you’re so pissed off.”

“I’m pissed off because I keep on running into weirdos and creeps who think I look like a comic book character!” Sanji complained. “Did you design it to look like something else, or did you use an original design?!”

“It’s just a little thing I remember from when I was a kid,” Franky shrugged. “Every so often in Water 7 we’d get these collection books of this super comic where a guy with a robot and pet seagull would fight bad guys. Only ever got a couple of books—flat broke compared with only ever seeing random volumes. Probably wasn’t something that did too well.”

“It did well enough that three different people have called me by the exact same name,” Sanji scowled. “What was the name of the comic?”

“I dunno—Sorne… Sorley… Sohan… Solly…” Franky snapped his fingers between each name as he tried to remember. “…Sorrel… Soslan… Sota… Sora…”

“That’s it!” Sanji shouted, pointing at Franky. Ooohhhhh… he couldn’t believe this was happening! “That’s what those nutjobs keep calling me!”

“Sora…?” A moment, then it clicked. “Oh yeah, that’s right! Sora, Warrior of the Sea! Kind of a weird series if you ask me. Total Naval propaganda. Then again, I was only really there for the robot…”

Sanji screamed in anguish and began to storm away, stomping his feet angrily as he went off to have an entire packet of smokes at once. He slammed his shoulder into Law on his way, which caused the other to stop and glare—what the hell…?

“What’s the matter with him?” he asked Franky. The cyborg simply shrugged.

“No whimsy,” he claimed. “Meanwhile, I’m full of it this week.”

Law simply shrugged and walked off—not his crew, not his problem.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was the Raid on Onigashima. Sanji was attempting to hold his own against the throng of solders that were coming at him. Okay, so he wasn’t attempting so much as succeeding, but it was beginning to wear on his nerves that each time he knocked one of the Beast Pirate freaks down, five more popped up in their place. It was like there was a never-ending sea of them waking up and he smelled like breakfast.

Suddenly, over the din of the battle, Sanji heard a familiar scream. He looked up and saw that Kaidou was up on a balcony, holding Momonosuke over the drop that would have the boy splatter on the Performance Floor. As much as he wanted to trust that Momonosuke could turn into a dragon and fly away once let go, he also didn’t trust that Kaidou or any of his goons had gone and put seastone on—let alone in—the kid.

Shit. No matter what, this wasn’t going to be good. He could let the perverted little shrimp fall to his potential doom, but… Nami would be really pissed at him for letting that happen, wouldn’t she? Not to mention Luffy. Damn it. Sanji decided to break out the big guns and put on his raid suit, immediately cloaking himself in invisibility. The Beast Pirates he had been fighting all stared in confusion—there had been someone there before, wasn’t there?

As Sanji catapulted himself up into the air with Moonwalk, Kaidou did precisely what Sanji thought he would and dropped Momonosuke. Lucky, he was able to snatch the kid after he fell only a few feet, bringing him back up to Kaidou’s level while still invisible.

“What the fuck is this?” Kaidou slurred. He grabbed a large bottle of sake from a nearby Beast Pirate and took a swig—he clearly didn’t know if he was too drunk or not drunk enough. “I didn’t think little piss-brats like you could fly.”

“Who has hold of me?!” Momonosuke whispered in a panic. He grabbed hold of Sanji’s cape and attempted to pull it around himself. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Sanji grumbled. Someone unseen threw a rock, meaning to hit Momonosuke but hitting Sanji in the side of his helmet instead. His cloaking device sparked before fizzling out—it overloaded and needed some time to reactivate.

“Who the fuck are you?” Kaidou frowned. He did not seem like he was very amused by the whole thing.

“Hey, I know that tech,” Queen realized. “You’re one of Judge’s brats, aren’t you?”

“Wrong: I’m Sora’s boy,” Sanji spat. Without another word, he turned on his heel mid-air and jettisoned himself towards the Performance Floor. There, he was able to spot a trio of Traffy’s men—the Mink and two of the ones with dumb hats—and he tossed Momonosuke at them. “Keep him safe until someone approved comes to get him, alright?”

“Yes, sir, Sora, sir!” Penguin said as he picked up Momonosuke. Shachi saluted. Fuck… more of them…

“Uh… guys…” Bepo seemed to be uncomfortable. “That’s just one of the Straw Hats…”

“Bepo, Bepo, Bepo…” Shachi tutted. “Here we thought we raised you right! The Captain said it’s Sora, so it has to be Sora!”

“…but that’s clearly…”

“Sora!” Stupid One and Stupid Two said in unison. Sanji honestly felt ready to kill them both, Traffy and the alliance be damned. At least the Mink was able to use his brain…

“There he is!” Sanji looked over his shoulder and saw Law, Hawkins, and Drake all running towards him. Shit! He turned his attention towards the Mink and nodded gravely.

“All of you are from the same place, aren’t you?”

“The North Blue, yeah,” Bepo said, “but I’m originally from Zou.”

“Then I thank you for your service,” Sanji replied. The Mink seemed puzzled, only to yelp in surprise as Sanji picked him up and tossed him at the three incoming Supernovas before running away.

Goddamned nerds needed to leave him the fuck alone!

[radioisntdead]

*Me throwing myself through the doors before they close*

So I’ve been listening to a song called Rylanor’s Last Stand, it’s from Warhammer 40K. Honestly I’m not a warhammer nerd, I mean know the bare bones, barely, but the in depth stuff I’m clueless at.

But god dammit if that song doesn’t make me feel like smiting a traitor and declaring a last stand!

And, if it’s not too pushy, can I ask for you to listen to the song to understand the inspiration for this ask? Again sorry if that’s weird I’ve been listening to it on repeat and now I have this bloody idea in my head I need to vocalise.

Ahem, sorry. Anyway, can I get a unique request with the hazbin’s? Reader is an Angel in charge of their own company of exterminators, the only difference is they found out the truth years ago but hasn’t been able to do anything about it due to the sheer difference in power between them and Adam & his personal bodyguard Lute.

But then during the battle, seeing how Charlie is mounting her own resistance to Heaven, Reader and their company turns traitor on heaven too, declaring the heavenly host traitors to what they are meant to have stood for.

Whether reader and their company lives or dies is up to you, thank you for reading this, truely. And have a wonderful day & christmas.

Merry Christmas!! I hope you enjoy!

Heavenly betrayal

Warnings: Morally gray reader, I may have misread a line and therefore tweaked it a little whoopies, implied suicide of a random sinner, also lute disappears randomly she flew away, already destroying canon here, also the formatting is a little messy

Song mentioned, for one this isn't a song fic but suggested you listen to it.

You've been around for far longer than Adam, you watched Lucifer fall along with Lilith, you watched as Adam's heart turned dark, you watched as your dear friend became blood thirsty, calling for the blood of sinners to be spilled.

You agreed at first, sin was something that should be crushed.

The people down there deserved to be there Murderers, rapists, pure scum that deserved to rot.

But then you learned it wasn't just them down there, during an extermination day.

A sinner, she looked young, barely older than 17 if you had to guess, tears in her eyes as she asked what exactly she did to end up in hell, what she did to deserve this? And as you separated her head from her neck without a shred of mercy you wondered what she did.

And so you found out, going through thousands of names inscribed in books Holding the lives of every human soul.

You found out what she did that was so bad.

Killing yourself was a sin, some people's fandom activity counts as a sin, killing in self defense was a sin and while there were loopholes to still get to heaven, one must wonder how many people down there could be redeemed if they tried? How many truly deserved to be there?? Some of them deserved to be there and some didn't.

You tried to bring it up to Adam one night, calmly and gently, but you were shut down harshly, Adam, someone you watched be created, you watched him throughout his entire life, you helped soothe him when he realized his wife wasn't given the same forgiveness as he was, you watched as his heart darkened, he was no longer an innocent man.

He, like the sinners he despised, was now a monster.

You kept quiet after that, although you stopped letting your army train alongside their sister army, training them in both offense and defense as opposed to whatever Adam trained his in.

although you couldn't stop the members in your army occasionally training with the other army, visiting friends.

When you saw the princess of hell's plan to redeem sinners, an idea you once had but hers was better, more fleshed out then yours was.

A hotel, fittingly named the hazbin hotel.

You were on her side, you were going to be on her side.

You had snuck away from the heavens, visiting hell and striking a deal with the young princess, you'd fight along with them, betraying the heavens above, and in return she needed to assure that the hotel wouldn't close it's doors.

she agreed, with hesitation but she agreed.

And now months have passed, Emily was still trying to convince Sera of Charlie's plan, The lord was still nowhere to be seen, soon you would descend with Adam, and soon you would betray someone who still considered you a friend.

Before it was time to descend into hell you decided to pay what very well be your last visit to Sera, you unleashed years upon years of pent up anger and frustration upon her,

Sinner or winner, they were still human first, human souls, given different choices and chances in life, some of them never really having a chance nor choice in the first place.

You watched as anger filled her eyes, a glint of regret behind it, she was the one who approved the exterminations, she was the one who would be partially at blame for what happens each year.

You stormed out of the room before she could get a word of excuses out, you needed to be ready for what would happen.

Extermination day was here, the day you were going to be branded a traitor.

You were ready, you were beside Adam and Lute, Adam was cracking jokes about ending their lives.

As Adam and Lute were distracted by the shield around the hotel, you raised your hand and motioned for your army to attack the exorcists attacking the hotel, they were under your leadership, loyal to you, relationship with those in the opposing army be damned.

"What the fuck!! [Name] what are your girls do-" he wasn't able to finish his sentence as you threw yourself at him, your sword grazing him as he managed to move out of the way in time, a look of pure betrayal in his eyes before being taken over by anger.

"You'd rather fight with those fuckers then us?!" He shouted motioning to the people standing with the hotel fighting below,

You swung your sword back at his face breaking his mask into pieces, slicing his cheek in the process.

"You should've listened, Adam." You said watching as golden blood dripped down from his face.

Adam flew towards you, swinging at you.

You were one of the only people he thought would be loyal to him, following his commands, the only one of his friends from when he was created from the dust of the earth, when he was betrayed by Lilith and Lucifer, when he arrived in heaven without his wife.

You weren't the first angel to betray him but if he could help it you would be the last.

He swung his guitar at you knocking you aside.

The fight continued in the air until Lucifer eventually showed up, him and his daughter aiding in taking Adam down.

He was laying defeated in the ground, you stood over him, there was no smile on your face.

If it took betraying your friend, if it took betraying the heavens above, if it cost your army slaughtering their loved ones and dying on the process, for some sinners to gain a second chance, then so be it.

You raised your sword above his chest, staring into his golden eyes, widened and staring into your soul.

You said nothing as you plunged the sword into his chest, fully sealing your fate as a traitor to heaven, you would never be able to step foot through the heavenly gates ever again, and you were accepting of that.

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[a-sleepy-raven]

amethyst and jasper with reader and leon for the crystal prompts?🥺

Perfect combination of prompts, thank you so much for requesting these, dear anon! Hope you enjoy. <3

Prompts: amethyst (“hey, hey, just breathe. i've got you now, it's okay.”) + jasper ( “just look at me, right here. you're okay, you're safe, i'm right here with you.”)

(established relationship, set sometime between RE2 and RE4, reader is a survivor of Raccoon City)

I swear you will find peace again – Leon Kennedy x gn!reader

Leon wakes up in the middle of the night. It’s not an unusual thing, per se, he’s a pretty light sleeper, and in some nights, even the sound of a passing car is enough to disturb his sleep. But this time, it’s not a car or the gleeful screams and laughter of some teenagers on their way home after getting drunk in the nearby park. No, this time it’s a much softer noise that breaks the silence of your shared bedroom, something he can’t quite identify in this half-awake state, and he sits up, bleary blue eyes scanning the room. The noise seems to come from the other side of the bed – and suddenly, Leon is wide awake. 

Even in the darkness, he can make out your form, huddled at the edge of the bed, clutching your pillow to your chest as you press your hand to your mouth to stifle your sobs. Leon’s heart sinks. He knows exactly that there’s only one thing that could have shaken you to the core like that.

The nightmares are back.

Careful not to startle you, Leon quietly says, “(Y/N)? Baby?”

You don’t reply or react in any other way. There’s no indication at all that you heard him – it’s like you’re trapped in your own mind, your own fear. Leon knows that feeling all too well. Even now, years after the incident in Raccoon City, the memories haunt him in his sleep, and every time, it takes him a while to fight his way back to reality after waking up. And although the dreams have gotten rarer over the past few years, he knows that they will never disappear completely – and it’s the same for you. This situation right here is enough proof. 

He wishes he could just reach out for you and pull you into his arms to show you that you’re not alone, that he’s right here by your side and that you’re safe – but he doesn’t dare to touch you, not without your consent and not as long as you’re still panicking.

“Sweetheart,” Leon tries again, his voice low and soft, “do you hear me?”

He hears you sniffle, and now that his eyes are slowly getting used to the darkness that surrounds both of you, he can see how you clutch the pillow tighter before you let out a shaky breath and reply, “Yeah.”

A wave of relief washes over him. You’re back. “Okay,” he says, “that’s good.”

“Yeah.” You hesitate for a second. “Can you… turn on the light? Please?”

“Sure thing.” It takes him a moment to find the switch of the bedside table lamp but soon enough, the dim light illuminates your bedroom, banishing the darkness and the memories of that dreadful night that had destroyed so many lives back then. 

You take a deep breath, and Leon immediately brings his attention back to you. With puffy, red-rimmed eyes, you look back at him, your lower lip quivering as you try to fight back the tears. “Leon,” you whisper, nothing more, and his heart shatters into a million pieces. You have never sounded so lost. “What can I do, sweetheart?”, he asks, brows furrowed in concern. He hates feeling so helpless and that he can’t protect you from the horrible things your subconsciousness decided to show you tonight.

Instead of answering, you shuffle closer to him and throw your arms around his shoulders before you bury your face in the crook of his neck. Leon pulls you into his lap. “Oh, baby,” he mumbles, softly caressing your back in a comforting manner as you quietly start crying again, “shh. Whatever happened in your dream, it’s not real. It can’t hurt you.”

“I was back there,” you whisper, your voice strained and shaky, “in… in Raccoon City. I – I heard the screams and the roars of the infected and-“ Your breathing gets faster, more irregular, and more tears find their way down your cheeks. “The – the people-“

“Hey, hey, just breathe,” he interrupts you, softly. “I’ve got you now. It’s okay.” 

It’s okay, he repeats in his mind and closes his eyes, exhaling deeply. Your words bring back memories he wishes he could finally forget. But no matter how much time passes, how much you both try to, he knows neither of you will ever be able to leave the horrors of Raccoon City behind, as devastating and upsetting as that is. All you can do is try to move on and not dwell on the past too much. Easier said than done, he’s well aware of that, but at least, you don’t have to go through all of this alone. 

You let out a shaky breath. “I hate these dreams,” you admit, “they always feel so… real. Like I’m physically back, not just mentally. But when they attack me – I… I can never run. All I can do is wait for them to kill me. I…” 

“Baby, hey. Just look at me, right here.” Leon slightly pulls away from your hug, so that you’re forced to raise your head from his shoulder, and cups your face with both hands. “You’re okay,” he says, locking his gaze with yours, “you’re safe. I’m right here with you.”

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then another one to the tip of your nose and finally your lips. “I know these dreams are scary as hell… but I swear you’ll find peace again. One day, everything that happened back then will stop haunting you.”

A barely noticeable smile flashes over your face. Without Leon by your side, you would’ve gone insane after escaping Raccoon City, you’re sure. Even in the darkest nights, he’s a guiding light, leading you back to safety. “I hope you’re right.”

He nuzzles your nose. “Of course I am.”

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[nexstage]

Sugargedon

Restless & Rotten - Part 1

Bill had a list of stuff that deeply hurt him. Yeah, it’s true. He barely thought about it because why someone as powerful as him would ever need to revisit potential weaknesses? He didn’t have them, he never did. Nope, nada, zero.

Of course, his denial couldn’t hide the moments he was caught off guard and left speechless. Like when McGucket’s overuse of the memory gun lacerated him when he invaded his mind. Or when Mackerel used him, HIM, to save his imbecilic family! Or when Mr. I-Love-Sugar-So-Much-It-Makes-Me-An-Idiot turned him into a human against his will thinking it was fun!! Or when— You know what? Let’s leave it like that.

Anyway, while those moments were annoying and humiliating, dealing with teenage drama, hormones, and useless pettiness was way worse especially if said teenager was the grand-nibling of his two worst enemies.

To make it worse, you couldn’t imagine who decided to be merciless and unforgiving despite their naive moralistic charade!

“You have no idea how it felt having the best parts of you turned into weapons of mass destruction just because a jerk -AKA YOU!- found it funny! Now I can’t even stomach having good dreams or using my imagination ‘cause every time it happens, it reminds me of how much pain they caused thanks to your Dumb Core!”

“It’s Core of Chaos,” he corrected monotonously. A pebble hit him in the back of the head. If he had energy, he could’ve thrown a rock and watch her squirm in pain as she gathered her bloodied lips and broken teeth. Let’s see if she liked that!

So, yeah, congrats if you thought it was Shooting Star who couldn’t stop antagonizing him for five seconds. If you chose Pine Tree, too bad, buddy. You must be lower in the evolutionary scale than Stanley Pines.

“To make it worse, you possessed someone else!” Oh stars, couldn’t she shut up? “Thank goodness it wasn’t Dipper but it was still horrible and wrong! Blendin could’ve gotten hurt!”

“Aha, sure. Just admit you barely remember the guy and let’s move on, shall we?” He got up and a few steps later, the Pines girl interfered, ferocious glare in her face. “Don’t twist things, Bill! If you possessed someone, of course I would care! You almost killed my brother when you possessed him. I read your note!!”

This time he smiled which incensed her more although he gave no shits about that. The hilarity of Pine Tree being stuck in the Mindscape while his family mourned him, believing he went insane to the point of suicide pushed aside the horrible reality his enemies had forced upon him. That was until a foot stomped on his toes and he shrieked, cursing in an ancient language.

“You little—!!”

“Didn’t like it, uh?” She smirked with a cruel smugness that he would’ve considered impressive if it hadn’t been targeted at him. “For someone who is like as old as the Earth, you can’t even understand when people doesn’t like what you do to them!”

His bitter laugh caught her off guard. “Understanding? Them? Oh kid, you got it all wrong.” He replied, condescension pouring from his mouth. “I made you a favor.” Her face contorted in horror and he continued. “You think this punny world has anything worthwhile to offer? The only stuff coming from it is rules, restrictions, limitations, and a bunch of idiots who label themselves as superior because their lives are as flat as yours! I gave you POWER!! I turned your imagination into a well of infinite possibilities by destroying the pathetic, insufferable barrier that was reality! You embrace chaos, Shooting Star. Admit it! You love it! Why being held back by idiotic expectations from the most boring fools in history or by your own family when you could show them all what you’re truly capable of?”

The minutes passed. The horror and hurt in her face changed into an epiphany, sort of. Bill wondered if he had gotten through her. Sure, he would’ve turned her into a Henchmaniac due to her potential for chaos and destruction if it weren’t for her mind screaming alerts against him, but just having her feelings directed toward her family, breaking the bonds she held the dearest, now that is an excellent prize for comfort.

“You… He told me kind of the same things.” She finally replied. His smugness diminished at that statement. Stupid yellow dog taking away his powers; he needed to know what she was thinking about.

“Excuse me, kid, what?” He asked, pretending to not have heard her to hide the lack of his reading-mind ability.

Mabel glared thrice as harsh as before. “I said that he told me the same stuff as you. Kind of. That my family was holding me back, that they couldn’t be trusted, that Dipper was an hypocrite with no right to give me advice, and other junk! But that’s not true! Me and my family might not be perfect but we love each other. We forgave one another. The Beast—“

Bill stifled a growl. So Shooting Star was talking about the traitor after all! Ok then, time to twist the topic. “The Beast is just a sore loser who preyed on others. Nothing new, nothing special. I have to admit it, kid, you defeating his worst technique made my day. It takes guts and wits to do such a thing.”

“I did it thanks to Dipper. He was going to kill him! Just like you were trying to kill us all! You and him are one and the same!!”

The environment became cold, freezing. Time seemed to stop. Despite being in a cave, a dark, thunderous cloud hung over them. No, it hung over him, sucking away his smirk, the pleasure to manipulate Shooting Star, the annoyance, the boredom, leaving behind emptiness. Although this void didn’t look like one you’d find in a black hole but in the interior of a furious beast.

“What did you say?” If Mabel had taken a few minutes to analyze Bill’s voice and posture, she would’ve noticed the sharp monotony that spoke nothing but trouble.

“Are you deaf or what? I said you and him and one and the same!”

A few steps echoed in the rocky walls of the cave. Mabel peeked at Bill for a few seconds, then glared at the ground. When the shadow of the humanized demon didn’t move from its new position, she shot him a new glare. However, the effect was lost as she sense a sinister, deadly vibe emanating from his stance, mainly his gaze.

“What?” In a matter of seconds, she was lifted by the neck of her sweated eliciting a frightened shriek. Her blood turned into ice due to the darkness in Bill’s expression. As if whatever was holding him back from killing her was a few moments from snapping.

“Do not. DO NOT. Compare me. To that good-for-nothing. Life-ruining! Hideous! Treacherous! Imbecili— Aaaagghhhhh!!” He let her go the moment her spit hit his eye. Why the fuck they always aimed at the eye?! Why couldn’t they show more respect?!

Mabel, on the other hand, sprinted to a new direction. She wasn’t going to stay and have him strangling her, no sir!

[ruanbaijie]

During the Republican Era, Shen Zhiheng, a member of the Tianjin gentry who happened to be a vampire, offended the Japanese and became the target of an assassination attempt. He was saved by a blind young lady, Mi Lan, and his best friend Situ Weilian. When he went to repay Mi Lan for saving him, he discovered the terrible family situation that Mi Lan was in, and so began to pay more attention to her. Meanwhile, Shen Zhiheng’s plan to take revenge on Li Yingliang, the mastermind behind his assassination, fell short of success thanks to Li Yingliang’s Japanese superior, raising suspicions about his identity. Since then, Li Yingliang and the Japanese were in hot pursuit of Shen Zhiheng, determined to dig out the truth about his secret.

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Tianjin City was in chaos.

The concession zone was bursting with fleeing refugees, while outside the concession zone, besides raging fires and dead bodies, the streets were filled with Japanese soldiers. The few businesses that Shen Zhiheng had outside the concession zone had all been destroyed in the fires of war. Haihe Daily had been bombed and was now a wrecked pile of rubble, and the general manager had been killed. 

After helping to resettle the general manager’s family, he was temporarily helpless, and could only make telephone calls to the steamship company again and again, intending to reserve boat tickets to the south, to Shanghai. The concession zone was surrounded by the Japanese army, and was like a reef in the middle of the vast ocean. It was safe for now, but that safety also had its limits, and so before Yokoyama Akira could come knocking on his door, he wanted to make use of the chance to first make his move.

He wanted to take Mi Lan with him. Besides Mi Lan, he no longer had to take responsibility for anyone else.

Situ Weilian could see through his intention, and was both bitterly disappointed and furious, however, on the surface, he remained calm, and even grinned, “Then take me along with you, if not, everyone knows that I’m your good friend. If the Japanese can’t catch you, won’t they make trouble for me?”

Shen Zhiheng was first silent, and after a moment, he finally replied, “After reaching Shanghai, I’ll give you a resettlement allowance, and we’ll each live our own lives.”

Upon hearing this, Situ Weilian could finally no longer continue laughing, “Are you afraid that I’ll spend your family wealth?”

“Besides the resettlement allowance, I’ll also regularly give you living expenses. I’m not scared of you spending my money, I just don’t want to get myself tangled up with you any longer. Your acting skills are too sublime, I am not your match.”

Situ Weilian sneered, “Still bearing a grudge against me? Fine, continue bearing it, just don’t forget to support me with money. You’re the older brother and I’m the younger brother, it’s a given that I should take a bite out of you.” He retrieved his coat and put it on. “I’ll go home now and pack my luggage.”

Shen Zhiheng ignored him.

Returning to his apartment, Situ Weilian packed a few sets of clothes and was about to leave, but before he left, he looked at the telephone, and stopped.

Although Jin Jingxue had left without saying goodbye to him, he still could not let her go. He walked to the telephone and picked up the receiver. He wanted to make a phone call to the Jin mansion, but he did not bear much hope. Now, at this time, he did not dare hope that there was still anyone remaining in the Jin mansion.

However, unexpectedly, a maidservant still really picked up the phone.

He hurriedly said, “I am Situ Weilian, has there been any news of Jin Jingxue recently? How is she doing at home?”

The maidservant paused for a moment, and finally replied, “I don’t know either.”

Situ Weilian asked again, “Did she say when she’ll return to Tianjin?”

“No, she didn’t.”

The maidservant was entirely ignorant. Situ Weilian hung up the phone, his heart completely empty, feeling that everything in the world was dull and insipid. He was no longer in a rush to return to the Shen mansion, merely sitting by the telephone in a daze.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the telephone line, the maidservant put down the receiver and ran to the dining room to report, “Second Young Mistress, Doctor Situ just called. He asked about your situation now, and when you would be back. I said ‘I didn’t know’ for every question.”

In recent days, in order to isolate the Jin mansion from the world, all the telephone lines in the mansion had been cut by Jin Jingxue, and they had only been reconnected today. This telephone call of Situ Weilian’s had really been opportune.

Upon hearing what Xiaotao had said, she was utterly uninterested, only going “oh”.

After Xiaotao left, Li Yingliang, who was opposite her, said, “That Situ Weilian is really quite infatuated with you.”

“There are many people who are infatuated with me.”

Li Yingliang did not agree with her, but neither did he rebut her. Holding up the teacup, he drank a mouthful of hot tea, and suddenly asked, “In Situ Weilian’s heart, who is more important? You or Shen Zhiheng?”

Jin Jingxue was stunned by his question. “What kind of silly question is this?” Then, she frowned and pondered for a moment, “I should be more important.”

“Then why don’t you call him over to help me?”

“Help you with what?”

“Help me to send a letter to Yokoyama Akira.”

Jin Jingxue hit the table once. “You–”

Although she was usually a modern young lady who loved to eat, drink, and party, she also had some understanding of national interests. If the person opposite her was not Li Yingliang, she would have long told him to get out. However, the person opposite her just had to be Li Yingliang, and she had no choice.

The telephone outside continued ringing, these were youths from all walks of life calling to enquire about Second Young Mistress Jin’s safety. Xiaotao continued repeating the same line, saying that Second Young Mistress had returned home and she knew nothing about anything else.

Her mouth had started to go dry when Jin Jingxue walked in, “Did Situ Weilian say where he is?”

Xiaotao hung up the telephone and sighed, “He didn’t. He just asked if you–”

The telephone rang again, and Xiaotao picked up the receiver with a greeting, but she immediately turned to look at Jin Jingxue, replying, “Doctor Situ?”

Jin Jingxue walked forward and snatched the receiver, “Situ? It’s me.”

Xiaotao stood in a corner, and heard a burst of cheer explode from the telephone, startling Jin Jingxue so much that she twisted her head slightly to hide.

Situ Weilian had made a call, wanting the maidservant to pass a message to Jin Jingxue when she had the chance, to tell her that he had gone to Shanghai to take refuge, but he would still return to Tianjin in the future to reunite with her. Little did he know that the second the call went through, he could actually hear Jin Jingxue’s voice.

After his cheers ended, Jin Jingxue casually fabricated a lie, saying that she had not actually returned to her family home. These days, she had been hiding in a relative’s house to recuperate. Now that she had fully recovered and had returned to her house, she wanted him to come over as quickly as possible.

Situ Weilian readily agreed, and shortly after, he arrived at the Jin mansion, his head full of sweat. Holding a huge watermelon, he entered the mansion. As soon as he saw Jin Jingxue, he instantly bent down and placed the watermelon down, striding towards her, “Jingxue, you’ve worried me to death!”

With light makeup on her face, Jin Jingxue stood slim and graceful, “You’re fast.”

Situ Weilian raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat on his forehead, flashing a charming smile at Jin Jingxue, “I thought that I wouldn’t be able to see you ever again, the second I heard your voice, I all but wanted to grow a pair of wings and fly over–”

At this point, he raised his head, and saw a person walking slowly down the stairs. It was Li Yingliang. 

Noticing his gaze, Li Yingliang nodded once, “Doctor Situ, it’s been a while.”

Situ Weilian measured Li Yingliang up and down, noticing that his complexion and temperament seemed like those of a ghost.

“Yo.” He was truly surprised. “You haven’t died yet?”

Jin Jingxue rolled her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Without caring to explain, Situ Weilian asked Li Yingliang, “Did Shen Zhiheng let you out?”

“No, I escaped by myself.”

A vexed expression crossed Situ Weilian’s face. “He lied to me.” Then, he turned to Jin Jingxue, “I went to Shen Zhiheng to beg him to release Li Yingliang, in the end, although he had verbally agreed, he actually did not fulfil his promise.”

As she was harbouring intentions of making use of Situ Weilian, Jin Jingxue secretly felt a little ashamed and guilty, and so she replied casually with particular patience, “Shen Zhiheng went back on his word, he’s the one at fault. You were willing to beg him for the sake of Liang-gege, I’m already very grateful.”

Lacking any interest in hearing them blabbering nonsense, Li Yingliang said directly to Situ Weilian, “Doctor Situ, I have something urgent that I want to talk to you alone about.”

Hearing this, Situ Weilian’s head immediately started to hurt. “You’ve already escaped, what do you still want from me? It can’t be that you want me to be a mediator again? Impossible, impossible.” He hurriedly waved his hands at Li Yingliang. “Shen Zhiheng and I still aren’t on good terms, and he still hasn’t given me any face. Besides, there’s a war raging outside now, he doesn’t have the spare time or energy to kill you again. Just relax and live on!”

Li Yingliang shook his head, “No, Doctor Situ is mistaken. I have something more important to talk to you about, please give me this chance.”

Jin Jingxue knew that Li Yingliang definitely wanted to order Situ Weilian around and make use of him to harm someone else, just what he wanted him to do, she didn’t know. It was highly likely that he wanted to order him to the Japanese concession zone to find Yokoyama Akira. She wanted to stop him, but just when she was about to open her mouth, she no longer dared to say anything. If Situ Weilian was frightened away, then what would happen to Liang-gege? What if he became momentarily frantic and ran out himself, only to be caught by the Japanese devils? Besides that Yokoyama Akira, the other Japanese all saw him as a traitor.

“Just listen to him,” she pivoted what she wanted to say, advising casually, “If he spouts nonsense, just ignore him.”

Upon saying this, she tilted her head quite guiltily, her two bright eyes sparkling coyly [1]. Seeing this, Situ Weilian felt as if an immortal fairy from the heavens had descended into the mortal realm, and he definitely had to obey whatever this fairy said.

And so, Situ Weilian, who had come for the beauty, did not exchange that many words with the beauty, but ended up getting abducted by his love rival instead.

Li Yingliang led the way, taking Situ Weilian to a small study room on the second floor.

As Jin Jingxue rarely touched any books, this study room was devoid of human life, and seemed particularly cold and quiet. First inviting Situ Weilian to sit down on a sofa in the room, Li Yingliang then closed the door, even twisting the built-in lock with a click.

He shifted a chair over and sat down in front of Situ Weilian. “Doctor Situ, actually, before I kidnapped you, you already knew Shen Zhiheng’s secret, right?”

Situ Weilian raised his hand and scratched his head full of curly hair. “I didn’t really know. In any case, if a person constantly buys human blood for no reason, then there’s definitely something a little abnormal. But I’m personally someone who doesn’t like poking my nose into other people’s business. Anyway, he wasn’t killing people or committing arson, and having a quirk is not against the law, is it? By selling him blood, I also earned quite a sum from him. In good conscience, he treated me quite well, and although I am only a little doctor, he has always treated me like a good friend, and I’m quite grateful towards him. Even if he is a monster, I’m not afraid of him.”

“Aren’t you afraid that one day, he’ll go crazy and injure you?”

“No way,” Situ Weilian laughed. “Look at you, once again trying to sow discord between us. You’ve already fallen into such a state, yet you haven’t forgotten how to play dirty tricks.”

Li Yingliang’s face was cold. He said in a low voice, “Doctor Situ, remember how I previously asked for your help, and offered fifty thousand dollars as remuneration. But soon after, I was kidnapped by Shen Zhiheng.”

“I remember. Fifty thousand dollars, it’s quite a lot.”

“Now, I still want to ask you to help me with something similar, but now, I dare not reveal myself and access my funds. I no longer have fifty thousand dollars to give you.”

“Ah? You want me to help you for free?”

“Jin Jingxue.”

Situ Weilian froze. “Ah? What does this have to do with Jin Jingxue?”

“This has nothing to do with her, but if you’re willing to cooperate with me, then I can give Jin Jingxue to you.”

Situ Weilian never thought that he would actually say something like that. A part of him was furious that he had no respect for Jin Jingxue, and another part felt that he was a self-absorbed megalomaniac. He could not help but sneer, “You call the shots?”

Li Yingliang blinked deeply at him, as a replacement of a nod, “I call the shots.”

“On what basis do you call the shots? She’s a living person, not some small toy! Besides, even if she were a small toy, she doesn’t belong to you, how can you control her?”

He said this in a burning hot fit of rage, but Li Yingliang merely said coldly and hoarsely, “Based on her love for me.”

Situ Weilian got up suddenly, “Then you’re all the more cruel and ungrateful!”

Li Yingliang raised his head, his two eyes boring into him, “To escape from the devil, one must be cruel and ungrateful. There’s definitely no harm to me when the Second Young Mistress follows me, but I don’t love her, I can’t give her happiness. Perhaps, one day, my disease of cruelty and ungratefulness will act up again and I’ll sell her to the Japanese officials in exchange for my future, for all I know.”

“You dare!”

Li Yingliang had become brazen to the point of innocence, replying with wide eyes, “I dare.”

Then, he raised his hand forward and held Situ Weilian’s wrist, pulling it down and pulling him back down to his seat. He pulled back his hand and straightened his back, looking straight into this youth’s eyes once again.

“But, don’t worry, all of this is just a train of thought. As long as you’re willing, it can not happen. Not only can it not happen, you can even turn things around and let the Second Young Mistress become your life partner - of course, as long as you cooperate with me.”

Upon saying this, he saw Situ Weilian press his lips together tightly, the tongue in his mouth vaguely agitated. This made him apprehensive, but he managed to somewhat calm himself down instead of escaping. The Situ Weilian he knew had always been extraordinarily ordinary. Besides, how could this earth have so many vampires?

“You’re threatening me?” Situ Weilian asked. “Do you believe that I’ll immediately tell Jin Jingxue what you just said?”

“You tell her, and what then?”

“Then she’ll realise how blind she has been in liking the wrong person!”

“And then?”

After saying this, Li Yingliang stood up and walked to the bookshelf, taking a gilded cigarette case down from it. He pressed it and the cover of the box sprung open, revealing a row of Camel cigarettes in it. Modern young ladies all smoked, and Jin Jingxue had also learned how to smoke. However, she was not addicted to it, and only smoked to play around. After being kept for a long time, these cigarettes had become a little damp.

Picking one stick out, he hung it from his mouth, and found a matchstick from the drawer of the desk. Striking the matchstick and lighting the cigarette for himself, he walked back and sat down, holding the cigarette case out to Situ Weilian. Seeing how Situ Weilian made no move, he pulled his arm back, turning around and tossing the cigarette case onto the desk.

Deeply inhaling and exhaling, Li Yingliang seemed to relax a little in the haze of smoke. “Laodi [2] , when I was fifteen, I acknowledged Jin Jingxue’s father as my adoptive father and have been living with the Jin family since then. The Second Young Mistress is absolutely clear about what kind of person I am. Do you think that she doesn’t know I’m a bad person? But because she loves me, she will exonerate me of wrongdoings herself. No matter what I do, she will always feel that it’s because I was facing hardships and could not help but do it. In her eyes, I can always be forgiven.”

“If she treats you so well, why don’t you love her?”

“I don’t have the qualifications to be in romantic relationships. This is a game that you people, who can have full meals and have nothing to do, can play. I do not have that leisure time.”

Listening to this point, Situ Weilian suspected that Li Yingliang perhaps had a mild mental illness. However, he instantly remembered: Shen Zhiheng too was not in a romantic relationship. He was busy complaining all the time, and probably also did not have that leisure time.

“Just what do you want me to do?” he changed the topic. “I definitely won’t do anything that harms others.”

Li Yingliang pursed his lips and smiled. This little doctor was not someone who was easy to deal with, yet he was blinded by love, and so he had become caught in his snare.

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The word used here is 秋波 (qiū bō), which literally means “autumn waves”, referring to the clear ripples spreading across a lake when the autumn wind blows. However, it has been used in ancient Chinese poems to allude to the clear, sparkling gaze of a beautiful young woman.

Li Yingliang calls Situ Weilian 老弟 (lǎo dì) here, which mean “old” and “younger brother” respectively. In calling him this, he’s basically trying to pull the distance between them closer (i.e. like they’re very familiar with one another) and at the same time establishing that he’s older than Situ Weilian (lol) and so he should listen to him.

[firsttimewriter92]

Hello! I'd love to request a fic with the reader being Sirius's wife after they're at Hogwarts but before Lily and James' deaths, shortly after they get the news about the Longbottoms being tortured. The reader wants to have sex but Sirius initially hesitates because his wife clearly is trying to distract them from the news (doesn't have to be graphic smut!) Thanks!

Hi there, anon :) Thank you for the ask. I´ve been in a writing slump lately because I get into my own way, making everything to complicated, too detailed. But this seemed like something I could do and it was lots of fun! :D It brought me back to my lovely Sirius. Maybe now I can finally finish my series "Everything Black".

It doesn´t get too steamy but there are some dirty passages, I hope you like it. Otherwise it´s pure fluff and angst. Thanks again and I kope you all enjoy <3

Title:

It hurts to look at you

words: 2.303

The moment the door closed behind Dumbledor´s swaying robes and a deafening silence covered the small kitchen in Godrics Hollow, two women and four men dissolved into either horrified sobs or heavy breathing, trying to control their own shock to the news.

Lilies flaming red hair covered one side of her face that was pressed into James´ neck. Little whispers of “No, no. Why them?” left her lips. James eyes were dull and unseeing as he stared at the bottle of elderflower wine on the table. One arm wrapped around his wife, his other hand covering the back of her head.

On the other side of the room, Peter sat on the table, covering his quivering lips with one hand. He was paler than usual and his knee had not stopped bobbing since Dumbledore brought the news of Franks´ and Alice´s horrific fate. He looked like the man standing behind him felt. Remus knew how to hide his emotions but this time he couldn’t quite manage. With wet eyes he held the look of one of his best friends across from him.

Holding you in his lap Sirius looked at Remus over your shoulder while you sobbed. His grey eyes reflected less sorrow than shock and all-consuming hatred. Of course he mourned the fate of his friends, the single tear that ran down his cheek proof enough. But it wasn´t enough to drown out the red hot edges that covered his vision. It wasn’t enough to stop whishing for another name, other relatives. He felt guilty. Guilty for sharing the blood with the person responsible for yet another tragedy. Yet another destroyed family, yet another two lives lost and so many more scarred.

He wrapped his arms closer around your waist and kissed your neck lovingly, trying to calm you down. You where whimpering right next to his ear, fear shaking your entire body while you clung to him like a life line. Again hate flared inside of him. How dare they!? How dare they inflict so much pain and strike terror into the one living being that made it all worth it for him?! He fought for many a reason these days. Most of them were present right now but you were his damn wife. His reason to breath and keep moving. The two of you had gotten married right after Lilly and James although you hadn’t been together for as long as they had.

Time and circumstance however made people fall in love quicker, more madly and desperately. That´s how it was for Sirius and you. You´d only gotten to know him in you last year at Hogwarts. For so long you had tried to avoid the boisterous teenager until he began noticing you. First, every time your house played Gryffindor and you hit a blutcher in his direction. He´d avoid them mostly, grinning at you wolfishly. Then he started noticing you in the hallway which you found incredibly annoying. He just couldn’t walk past you without some kind of comment. “Don´t swing at me, (y/l/n) we´re not on the pitch” “Hey,___ do you like sweets? There are some in our common room”.

One day he walked up to you, arms stretched out to the side as he proclaimed right smack in the middle of the courtyard “(Y/l/n), you are like the stars in the night sky, guiding me towards a brighter future!” You knew of course that he was fucking with you so you just turned to him and with an obvious fake smile, sweet as honey you said, “Sirius, my love. You are like the sun to me.” He looked shocked for a second, his grey eyes widening. “Hurts to look at ya.”

Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he´d laughed so hard. It was the moment he knew you were something special to him. He didn’t quite know that he´d fall arse over broomstick for you yet though. That happened later, in the order, under darker circumstances. Still, the gentle fondness he felt for you changed into a burning passion whenever he saw the bravery you showed despite your anxious demeanour. More than once he´d consoled your shaking form with a glass of fire whiskey the moment you got the message that everyone was safe at the end of the day. Seeing you battle through that and still be hilariously dry-humoured, incredibly kind and quite frankly a rock to him, his protective instincts kicked him the last bit of the way until he almost couldn’t stand not being in your presence.

And then one evening, he´d just come back from a mission that took way longer than it should have. He´d entered the Potters living room, heart beating out of his chest, worried about you. Within a second your body had slammed into his and without thinking twice about it he´d lifted your head with both palms and kissed you feverishly. And that was it. Eight months later you´d gotten married.

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You lifted your head off of his shoulder and worriedly he looked up at you, both his hands stroking back your hair. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy as you whispered with a raw voice. “Why?” Sirius had no answer and he hated himself for it. He shook his head slowly and stroked your cheeks. “I don’t know, my darling. I don’t know.” “They…They´re gone. Frank….Alice. Both…Oh Merlin, why like this!!??” Your forehead landed on his as fresh tears fell from your eyes and onto his skin. Sirius breathed heavily, stroking your sides slowly and soothingly.

“What…what happens to Neville now?” you heard Lilly ask. “He´s only a day older than Harry!” Again she started crying while James answered her. “I´m sure Frank´s mother has him now. He´s in good hands, Lils. Please don´t worry.”

“There´s going to be a hunt” Remus´ voice floated through the room. Everyone looked at him while trying to gather themselves again. “You´re right” Lilly said and wiped at her wet cheeks. The stoic look coming back into her eyes. “You´re right. There´s nothing…” she swallowed. “There´s nothing we can do for Frank or Alice anymore. What we can do, is go after… them.”

You admired Lilly for her rationality. She was right of course. You needed to snap out of it. There was work to be done. “But not tonight” Lilly said. “We need tonight for…” she lost her words and looked at her husband. Everyone got the hint and stood. Hugging your friends closer that usual you left the Potter´s house and stood outside for another moment. Sirius turned to Remus.

“You wanna crash on our couch again, mate? You´re welcome to” Sirius looked sternly at Remus, though he already knew what the answer would be. Remus gave a tight lipped smile, took a deep breath and shook his head. “Sorry, Pads. Not tonight. I´ll go see….my parents. I think.” Sirius nodded shortly and hugged his friend again. He whispered something you couldn’t make out to him and let go. Remus´ smile seemed more genuine this time around as he waved at you and disapparated.

“He´s not going to see his parents, is he?” you asked quietly and took Sirius´ hand. He was still staring at the spot were Remus disappeared. He sighed and shook his head. “He writes them occasionally but…it´s been ages since he saw them.” He squeezed your hand tightly. “He´s already on the hunt.”

Sirius looked down at you with a solemn look. “Let´s go home, yeah?” You nodded and braced yourself for disapparating.

Your feet hit the ground in front of your small flat. Without many words, Sirius and you got changed and ready for bed. You felt emotionally drained and yet, something inside you was boiling over. So after not being able to fall asleep, even with Sirius´ strong arms wrapped around you from behind you slightly stirred. “Sirius?” you whispered into the dark. “Hmm? What is it, my love?” he immediately answered. A small smile tucked at your lips. Huddling closer to him you kissed his forearm that was resting close to your face. “I love you more than words can say” you simply stated. You felt his chest stop moving for a second before you felt his lips on your shoulder. They moved slowly and gently over it and over your neck to your ear. Goosebumps erupted all over your body, heat creeping from your center up to your belly.

“You are my everything” Sirius´ deep voice penetrated your ear, vibrating through your every vein. “Love is not a strong enough word to describe what I feel for you, what you are to me, my darling.” Again you felt your eyes water. “I know, dove. You´re scared. I know” he whispered with a slight choked up voice. “We´re doing the right thing and it´s scary. Whatever happens, my love, please know that I´ll always be with you.”

“Please don’t talk like that” you whimpered and the tears fell silently. “It needs to be said,___. I´m sorry but please listen to me.” He kissed the shell of your ear. “Tomorrow is not promised. But as long as I have your love, I´ll fight until my last breath to return to you. Every day.”

You turned in his arms as quickly as you could and smashed your lips to his desperately. His arms pulled you in immediately. The kiss was not gentle or slow. Pure desperation guiding you in the way you grabbed at his ink black, luscious hair or how your tongue glided over his quicker than usual.

Sirius didn’t mind at all. He knew that you needed this right now and he would be damned not to give you anything you so desperately needed. He did worry a little bit though. His fingers dug into your side to try and slow you down just a little bit. That proved to be rather difficult though as you just decided to slightly bite his bottom lip. He always went feral whenever you did that and right now his head was swimming with desire. He felt your leg moving right between his and with a grunt he felt your knee slightly bump his erection.

“Want you, Sirius” you panted against his lips. “Want you so much.” Your lips descended onto his throat as you climbed on top of him. And so, with a long and strained groan Sirius grabbed your hips in a vice like grip. “Hold on. Stop, darling” he whispered desperately. You didn’t react and started to grind onto him. “Shit! Dove, please. It´s not…stop. Stop, stop, stop.” He didn’t sound angry but worried as his voice got louder until you finally registered what he´d asked of you.

Pure fire was rushing through your veins and through a thick cloud of pent up lust you tried to focus on his face. His beautiful features shone through the haze as you zeroed in on his pale grey eyes. Your chest heaving you looked at him bewildered.

“What is it?” you asked cautiously. “Little dove, you know I´d never say no to being inside you and absolutely rock your shit but…We both know…we´re not in the right headspace right now. We just lost two dear friends and we´re scared.” Your stomach dropped dangerously low and a little bit of shame overcame you quickly. Still laying on his chest you lay your head right above his heart while he stroked your back soothingly. “Just let me hold you for tonight, my love. Let me tell you how precious you are, how much you mean to me. Let my words lull you to sleep, where I want you to be at peace. Knowing that I´ll have your back always. That I´ll be here. And in the morning when you wake up, I´ll make sure my name is the only thing you´ll be able to mutter.” Nodding, sniffling but grinning into his Tshirt you got comfortable at his side again, your ear never leaving the steady rhythm of his heart.

As promised, he whispered sweet, sweet nothings into your ear until your body grew heavy.

You didn’t even make it until the first rays of sunshine before Sirius appeared above you with pure fire in his eyes. No words needed to be spoken, you knew that look way too intensely. And so he made good on his promise as he sank into your warm and wet heat and made you whimper and sigh his name as he nibbled on your neck. His hips moving sensually and powerfully. The feeling of slick skin on skin, his scent enveloping you and words of pure love being exchanged, the both of you moved in tandem, bringing you closer and closer to the sweet relief you needed.

“Cum for me, darling. Please, my perfect girl. Hggnn, I´m right there...with you” he whispered as his eyes bore into yours. As his hips sped up and his lips closed carefully around your nipple, you gripped him hard as the blinding, hot white feeling made you arch your back and cling to him for dear life. His name yelled into the darkness, he bit down on your neck hard and muffled his own grunts and sighs. Before long, Sirius was laying on top of you, breathing as heavily as you, kissing the spot he bit, licking it a little and just marvelling in the feeling of having you in this way.

“I´ll always love you, Sirius. With every fibre of my being, I am yours” you whispered. You heard his satisfied sigh as his canines scraped against the underside of your jaw. He lifted his head to look you in the eyes. Stroking your face gently he said “Wherever I am, whatever happens to me. Know that you are my saving grace. I am yours before anything.” He kissed you slowly. “I´ll be with you always.”

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I hope you all enjoyed this little fic, thank you for reading <3 As always I appreciate every like, reblog or comment. In order to get better in my writing though, I absolutely love getting comments or reblogs that let me know what you liked or disliked ;) Only this way I can make my writing better or more inclusive.

Thank you very much again and have a lovely day :)

[ironunderstands]

Hii! I was in the middle of drawing your OCs Psyche n Eros when I realized I wanted to know if you have a concrete design idea for her (also if you had a specific hairstyle in mind for her n psyche cause so far I’ve winged it), I’d love to know your design ideas for these two so I can bring them to life better!!

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first off thank you so much, second off I do actually have a specific hair style for Psyche: a high ponytail and for Eros.. well honestly I don’t know yet really but she is a beautiful enough woman to name an entire planet after so she’d probably look something like this

Also I have been cooking up their lore a bit more so ITS YAP TIME 😈

First off, Psyche was made by Yaoshi on a random barren, dead planet with the only thing going for it being some water and existing within the habitable zone for its star to basically attempt to populate the planet herself with all various forms of life (also the planet is huge) because Yaoshi can’t be everywhere at once so they decided to make a few beings to do their job for them, and Psyche so happens to be one of them.

Fortunately, seeing as she’s the first one Yaoshi made, she’s also an emanator, and is fluent in creating and controlling all aspects of life- including people’s emotions

However Yaoshi isn’t exactly an amazing parent so they kinda just left Psyche there to do whatever the hell she wants and so she does, making herself a friend- Eros

Now unlike Psyche, Eros isn’t an emanator but she is immortal (in the “if nothing kills me I’ll live forever” flavor of immortality) and is fairly durable, also possessing some innate healing abilities both for herself and others

Together they begin to fill the planet with life until it’s as biodiverse as ever, and by then several centuries have passed past. Psyche and Eros are living happily together on this world, when disaster strikes- a stellaron crisis.

Most of the life on the planet is destroyed- including Eros (psst: she’s not actually dead but Psyche doesn’t know that) and Psyche is DISTRAUGHT and entirely alone again.

Unwilling to just forget, Psyche names the planet after her fallen lover, and builds a magnificent statue in her honor after sealing the stellaron away for good.

She knows nobody could replace Eros in her life again but doesn’t want to be lonely, so she makes the first humans on her homeworld, and ritually comes in to aid them every now and again, which results in them viewing her as their creator/god.

Caring for them in the way a mother would, she sets up some temples for them to worship her in, as well as indulge in her selfish desire to fix her ever broken heart- by helping her dear humans find love instead.

However, over time as their population grows more zealous and their technology advances, her people’s requests grow more and more selfish until Psyche finally realizes she’s been fulfilling wishes that have been hurting people- her own children.

Heart completely shattered, she locked herself away in her biggest temple, forbidden anyone from entering, never to exist herself again.

Well… until a certain doctor and gambler come along.

If you’d like to read this Aventio fic go ahead, although Psyche herself only appears in the first and last chapter (she still carries regardless).

Although she succeeds in preventing the IPC (whose presence had been ever growing on her planet with her absence) from stealing her power and harming her people, Psyche’s little matchmaking session makes her realize she’s been missing the outside world quite a bit, so she attempts to try and learn what’s happened while she locked herself away, and guess who she sees hanging with the astral express in some one off news article..

Oh Psyche, good luck babe.

Because Eros thinks you abandoned her and left her to die, and now you gotta prove yourself (Greek myth style hehe) to get her back

[persnicketypomelo]

Kumquat!! <333 How about a Winslow Leach headcanons? No one's writing about him. I think he's kinda cute :)))

Best wishes 🫧💗

Hey! Thanks for supporting me! ❤️ I did my best to make it as accurate to him as possible since I haven't watched Phantom of the Paradise

obsession, spoilers for Phantom of the Paradise, murder & death

Yandere Winslow Leach Headcanons

Winslow Leach, a withdrawn musician forever scarred by a blood contract with the devil (or at least some spawn of cruelty), is a Phantom fueled by his drive for revenge

It's likely that he first becomes acquainted with you before his transformation into the Phantom, developing a small crush on you along the way

Your bright and wide-eyed personality endears him, especially in an industry so filled with those lusting for money, fame, and power

Even his own bandmates so easily abandoned him and their genre of music for material success, after all

Your voice is so beautiful and pure, the perfect embodiment for the music he strives to create

Once Winslow has seen the true atrocities of his producer, Swan, his single-minded fixations are revenge, and protecting you from that evil bastard

Upon being caught and sent to Swan's private prison, his innocent crush twists into fixation, and his determination for revenge amplifies into a bloodthirsty pursuit for justice

After his escape, you are the sole light in his world so filled with darkness, and the only person for whom he has patience and gentility

The incident with the record press only cements his rage and cruelty

Winslow understands that he might frighten you with his stolen owl mask and vocoded voice, and he will hold no ill will should you startle at his appearance

He will actively work to advance your career and opportunities whilst trying to amend the wrongdoings that Swan has committed against him

I think a second breaking point for him, after his time in prison, would be if you were ever lured by Swan's promises of success as a singer, or worse, receptive to his romantic advances

A sinister mixture of jealousy and the despair of failing to protect you sends him into a rage, emboldening his actions and drawing him to more extreme methods of destroying Swan

He won't hesitate in his resolution to kill anyone who protects that incarnation of Satan, and he is determined to open your eyes to the cruelty of the man that destroyed his life

Although he has patience only for you, after experiencing how Swan tempted you, he becomes more and more desperate to separate you from that evil man

Winslow wouldn't blame you, however, believing you are simply deluded by Swan's false promises

After all, you are so innocent, you could not have known your were being lied to by the devil's silver tongue

However, if you don't believe him and adjust your view of Swan after a few confrontations, he will get more desperate, and will resort to kidnapping you in an attempt to protect you

Winslow has fallen so far deeply in love with you, more than he even knows, and any immoral act he commits is a result of this

Leach is delusional, and his mind, bent with rage, distorts his every advance on you to be for your own protection

Once he manages to expose Swan to the public eye for the monster he is, he is even more dangerous to you

Winslow is stuck, fused to the same coin as Swan--he cannot live with his adversary's death, and vice versa

Let's say that however, that somehow Winslow manages to break his Faustian contract with Swan (as impossible as that is), or manages to find a loophole where he can lock up Swan whilst being alive

This is when Winslow becomes most dangerous

Even upon satiating his lust for revenge, Leach is a permanently changed person--he can no longer return to the quiet, reserved musician of his past

His overwhelming and delirious love for you swims forefront in his brain now that the theft to his music and life has been righted

Winslow wishes to marry you, to take you as his bride and love you for eternity

He dreams of composing for you, with your voice representing his creation

He dreams of the world understanding and appreciating his music, hand-in-hand with you

With you by his side, he would not need the former members of the Juicy Fruits, or anyone else for that matter

Winslow will not force himself upon you, but he will repeatedly beg and yearn for his dream of taking you as a life-long partner, perhaps unintentionally manipulating you to this end

Leach has seen the atrocities of the world, and he has determined it is no safe place for you

He justifies to himself that you need his protection--who else will protect you from manipulation and physical harm?

Locked away with a broken man, starved of any other companionship, it will become increasingly hard to say no to his offers

For the sake of your freedom, I hope you can find a way to kill both Swan and Winslow for good

Else you spend an eternity imprisoned with as a doll to for your overbearing "lover" to adore, and as a puppet for his music